Note: An old poem that’s based off of John Buchan’s Richard Hannay series, though not off of the main character.

I’m a lord in Scotland’s beauty,
I’m a man in Mecca’s halls,
I’m a Frenchman’s waiter by day,
I’m a man, yet kingdoms fall.

Prophet green and sword in hand, yes,
Gray wolf, Castor’s fear, am I.
Longing deep for hearth, for home,
I’m a troub’dour’s songless cry.

Armies twain I rode before, and
Armies twain I led on to
Vict’ry. I’m a man with home and
Kin; adventure seeks the new.

Men to home return, as ship to
Docks will cling, and I am no
Diff’rent, Dasent. Dusty kneel I,
Home to take thee in thy tow.