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Along Roads Unnamed
Along roads unnamed, or named without care,
I have strode in body, strode in thought, alone,
For dark is the shadow troubling my mind,
Of overmuch thought, and yet more unknown.
My greatest wish: to travel to lands fair
Beyond the measure of silver or stone;
Behold that which I have cared so to find,
I speak not of love-of new lands to roam.
For long have I been in this world's keeping,
And, in short, it leaves much to be desired.
I have long read of a time before thine
I wish to see, not only while sleeping.
I care not for the thorns leaving briared
Our time. I shall await another- mine.