The Feet of the Young Men by Rudyard Kipling

Now the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose -- / Now the Smokes of Spring go up to clear the brain; / Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of the Trues, / Now the Red Gods make their medicine again! / Who hath seen the beaver busied? Who hath watched the black-tail mating? / Who hath lain alone to hear the wild-goose cry? / Who hath worked the chosen water where the ouananiche is waiting, / Or the sea-trout's jumping-crazy for the fly?

_He must go -- go -- go away from here! / On the other side the world he's overdue. / 'Send your road is clear before you when the old / Spring-fret comes o'er you / And the Red Gods call for you! _