In years no vision shall aver,

In lands no dream may name,

Tow’rd alien things what longings were,

And thence what languors came!

For each horizon straightly sought,

With fealty to the stars,

What death and weariness were bought,

What bitterness, what bars!

I waken unto years afar,

And find the quest made new

In Earth, that was perchance a star

Unto my former view.