Running to Paradise by William Butler Yeats (1914) As I came over Windy Gap They threw a halfpenny into my cap. For I am running to paradise; And all that I need do is to wish And somebody puts his hand in the dish To throw me a bit of salted fish: And there the king is but as the beggar. My brother Mourteen is worn out With skelping his big brawling lout, And I am running to paradise; A poor life, do what he can, And though he keep a dog and a gun, A serving-maid and a serving-man: And there the king is but as the beggar. Poor men have grown to be rich men, And rich men grown to be poor again, And I am running to paradise; And many a darling wit's grown dull That tossed a bare heel when at school, Now it has filled a old sock full: And there the king is but as the beggar. The wind is old and still at play While I must hurry upon my way. For I am running to paradise; Yet never have I lit on a friend To take my fancy like the wind That nobody can buy or bind: And there the king is but as the beggar.

Rob DeVelice will lead "Arctic Valley Road Up and Down" with an estimated duration of 2.5 hours.

Meet at 6:30 pm at the parking area on the right about one mile out on the Arctic Valley Road from its intersection with the Glenn Highway. This parking area is across Arctic Valley Road from the golf course club house.

We will run up the road to the Arctic Valley Ski Area and back.

JBER