10 Best Famous Rough Road Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Rough Road poems. This is a select list of the best famous Rough Road poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Rough Road poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of rough road poems.

• All Famous Rough Road Poems

 (For Amelia Josephine Burr)

The road is wide and the stars are out
and the breath of the night is sweet,
And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.
But I'm glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my 
face,
And to leave the splendour of out-of-doors for a human dwelling 
place.
I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to 
roam
All up and down the streets of the world and not to have a home:
The tramp who slept in your barn last night and left at break of 
day
Will wander only until he finds another place to stay.
A gypsy-man will sleep in his cart with canvas 
overhead;
Or else he'll go into his tent when it is time for bed.
He'll sit on the grass and take his ease so long as the sun is high,
But when it is dark he wants a roof to keep away the sky.
If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do 
him wrong,
For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along.
And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows,
Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.
They say that life is a highway and its milestones 
are the years,
And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with 
tears.
It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far,
But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are.

 Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: 
Why should men make haste to die? 
Empty heads and tongues a-talking 
Make the rough road easy walking, 
And the feather pate of folly 
Bears the falling sky. 

Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking 
Spins the heavy world around. 
If young hearts were not so clever, 
Oh, they would be young for ever: 
Think no more; 'tis only thinking 
Lays lads underground.