beyound the east the sunrise; beyound the west the sea
and east and west the wander- thirst that will not let me be;
it works in me like madness to bid me say goodbye,
for the seas call, and the star call , and oh!the call of the sky!
i know not where the white roads runs, nor what the blue hills are,
but a man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide, a star;
and theres no end to voyaging when once the voice is heard,
for the rivers call, and the road calls, and oh!the call of a bird!
yonder the long horizon lies and there by night and day
the old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away
and come i may, but go i must, and if men ask you why,
you may put the blame on the stars and the sun,
and the white road and the sky.
by Gerald Gould
