Beyond the east the sunrise; Beyond the west the sea And East and West the Wander-Thirst that will not let me be; It works in me like madness to bid me say goodbye, For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! The call of the sky!
I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are, But a man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide, a star; And there’s no end to voyaging when once the voice is heard, For the rivers call, and the road calls, and oh! The call of a bird!
Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away And come I may, but go I must, and if men ask you why, You may put the blame on the stars and the sun, And the white road and the sky.
Wander-Thirst by Gerald Gould
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Photo taken in San Pedro, Belize, Central America. Processed in Photomatix & Lightroom.