I would but only this:
I wish that I could go
And see the thing that is,
And, seeing, better know;
And take things in my hand
And find if false or fit;
But in this far-off land
What hope is there of it?
There is no hope of it;
I see but sad despair,
I would but only this:
I wish that I could go
And see the thing that is,
And, seeing, better know;
And take things in my hand
And find if false or fit;
But in this far-off land
What hope is there of it?
There is no hope of it;
I see but sad despair,