Beauty you lifted up my sleeping eye And filled my heart with longing with a look.

The social states of human kinds Are made by multitudes of minds, And after multitudes of years A little human growth appears Worth having, even to the soul Who sees most plain it’s not the whole.

A wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels.

God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It’ll spring up and glow, like – like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

But he has gone, A nation’s memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.

Love is a flame to set the will on fire.

Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth.

Life’s battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.

Heaven to me’s a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth’s jest a dusty road.