Come out, oh Saturday wanderer
No matter, say your peace
And look for what it is that troubles you
Outside that lonesome place
Oh, come out and meet the day
And sing a song before the sun begins to fall
Come out, oh Saturday wanderer, and play
Go on your noon-time parkland foray, you
disparaged poet, you
Lonely lazy wandering one
Oh, come too and greet the day
And bring with you a pen to write the way
Go on, oh Saturday wanderer, and sit
Upon that iron bench that rusted piece of
Sunlight, falling on your head you wander
In some thoughts of elsewhere places elsewhere
Faces seen on other wandering ones
Oh, come now, defeat the day
And bring with you a sonnet for the sun that sets
Go home, you cold and footsore walker you
Lonely, hazy, picker of daisies
Go to your house your books and your
Solitude- a home is not a lonesome place