Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again.
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again.
For lust of knowing what should not be known, We take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
What would ye, ladies It was ever thus. Men are unwise and curiously planned.
The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving.
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -What shall we tell you Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars.
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