My star, I saw it high and far
   At the parting of the ways
   A light on the edge of the outer night
   Like silver set ablaze
   Where the round world plunges steeply down
   But on the old roads goes
   As an unseen bridge that on arches runs
   To coasts that no man knows
  
   I would not find the burning domes and sands
   Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
   Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
   Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes
  
   But where they bloom those flowers fair
   In what air or land they grow
   What words beyond the world I heard
   If you would seek for know
  
   In a boat then, brother, far afloat
   You must labour in the sea
   And find yourself things out of mind:
   You will learn no more of me
  
   I would not find the burning domes and sands
   Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
   Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
   Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes