“What a glorious time of the year is this [Spring]! With the warm sun travelling through serene skies, the air clear and fresh above you, which instils new blood in the body, making one defiantly tramp the earth, kicking the snows aside in the scorn of action.”

Source: The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp (1908), Ch. XIX

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British poet 1871–1940

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