I follow still the road that knows no dust,
I plague the wind-ways with unwearied sail,
And in my veins the flickering Wanderlust
Flames till the panting blood is stilled and pale:
(But ye who know me, know I may not die!)
Nay, till the One Wave roll again, as rolled
That first imperious ocean, I must drive
The dark, swart stallions of the Uncontrolled
Home to their stabling, conquered but alive.
(O ye who drave them longest, let me by!)