I am traveling west And my journey ends Where the days burn out As the sun descends, Where the last cool flame, When the night curves around, Slips into the sea Without a sound. Over the trails I have come My thoughts may flee, But a wall of days Will hinder me From going back To the edge of dawn; I am outward bound And must travel on. Though I turn about There is no delay In my journey on The destined way; Whither to the east Or north or south Dust of the west Is in my mouth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD |