To all that love the far and blue: Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot The fleeing corners ye pursue, Nor weary of the vain pursuit; Or whether down the singing stream, Paddle in hand, jocund ye shoot, To splash beside the splashing bream Or anchor by the willow root: Or, bolder, from the narrow shore Put forth, that cedar ark to steer, Among the seabirds and the roar Of the great sea, profound and clear; Or, lastly if in heart ye roam, Not caring to do else, and hear, Safe sitting by the fire at home, Footfalls in Utah or Pamere: Though long the way, though hard to bear The sun and rain, the dust and dew; Though still attainment and despair Inter the old, despoil the new; There shall at length, be sure, O friends, Howe'er ye steer, whate'er ye do''" At length, and at the end of ends, The golden city come in view. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE RIDERS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SOLOMON AND BALKIS by ROBERT BROWNING |