Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild read more

Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind,
Sweeping the sea floors white.

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve read more

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Down to Gehenna or up to the throne,
He travels the fastest who travel alone.

Down to Gehenna or up to the throne,
He travels the fastest who travel alone.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no
path and leave a trail.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no
path and leave a trail.

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a read more

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and
carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
[Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.
Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that read more

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

In traveling
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools' pleasure.

In traveling
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools' pleasure.

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth read more

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him." So
it is in traveling: a man must carry knowledge with him, if he
would bring home knowledge.

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.