Did I wander seeking you,
And wide was the water and dark was the fell,
With Time at my heels like a hound of hell,
And the worst still left to do.
To the world’s end, to the world’s end,
And the void to verify.
They told me of a tale of love supreme.
“Sometimes,” I cried, “I have caught the gleam,
I shall seek it tho’ I die.”
At the world’s end, at the world’s end,