My star, I saw it high and far

At the parting of the ways

A light on the edge of the outer night

Like silver set ablaze

Where the round world plunges steeply down

But on the old roads goes

As an unseen bridge that on arches runs

To coasts that no man knows



I would not find the burning domes and sands

Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows

Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands

Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes



But where they bloom those flowers fair

In what air or land they grow

What words beyond the world I heard

If you would seek for know



In a boat then, brother, far afloat

You must labour in the sea

And find yourself things out of mind:

You will learn no more of me



I would not find the burning domes and sands

Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows

Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands

Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes