Author Arthur St. John Adcock Come, let us go a-roaming! The world is all our own,And half its paths are still untrod, And half its joys unknown.The way that leads to winter Will lead to summer too,For all roads end in other roads Where we may start anew. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.6 (31 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments