Richard Hovey

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on read more

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever--
And read more

You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever--
And it may be for a day and a night,
And it well may be forever.
But whether we meet or whether we part,
(For our ways are past our knowing)
A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart,
On the ways we all are going!
Here's luck!
For we know not where we are going.

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and
sold,
The wealth of read more

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and
sold,
The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall read more

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
Of all men's souls to-day
A secret quiver shoots.

For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
Of all men's souls to-day
A secret quiver shoots.