Stevenson, as a poet, appeals and desires to have the kind of lifestyle that he loves, to let the lave: to wash; bathe, to flow along or against as if washing. He desires only the jolly heaven above and the dry bread where he can dip it in the waters of the river to eat whenever hungry. For there is a life for a man like him and there is the life forever. Let the blow of death fall on him soon or late and whatever will be over him will be. A little more that he needs is the face of the earth around and the road before him. He does not seek wealth, hope nor, love nor any friend to know him, but all he seeks is the heaven above and the road below him.
Or let the autumn: here signifying the beginning of old age: fall on him, where afield: in or to the field, away abroad, off the track, astray: he lingers, where the cold autumn wind silences the bird on the tree, while he bites the cold blue finger. The frosty field is as white as meal and the fire-side haven is quite warm. But for him, not to autumn will he yield and not to winter even. He is prepared for death anytime it comes, and the destiny of his fate. The world is big enough for his home and the road before him he will tread. He does not desire the materialism of this world nor a friend to share such worldly fortune. All he wishes for is a place in heaven and the road below him that he must tread in order to reach there.