Man the explorer, the eternal wanderer, Disdainful of woman, comfort, ease; Avid for glory as other men hunger for bread, Glory, the desolating food of the gods! The seer, fearing not the greatest of all terrors, The terror of being alone. Daring the solitude without even the meaner companionship Of drug and dram. Abstemious youth holding high vigil Between the sea and the stars. "I am Charles Lindbergh." |