Beyond the blue rim of the world,
Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,
Where the Wind’s wings were ever furled
The Ancients dreamed Hesperides.
Ship after ship each age sent forth
To find the Islands of the Blest;
The loosed winds drove them south and north,
But west they weathered, ever west.
Sky after sky they dropped behind,
These mighty-handed, bearded men,
Till, seeking what they could not find,
They rounded upward, home again.
A desultory waif of time
Flying adventure from my mast,
‘Twas thus I voyaged every clime
To come back to myself at last!
(Harry Kemp)
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