wander-thirst

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