I am traveling west And my journey ends Where the days burn out As the sun descends, Where the last cool flame, When the night curves around, Slips into the sea Without a sound. Over the trails I have come My thoughts may flee, But a wall of days Will hinder me From going back To the edge of dawn; I am outward bound And must travel on. Though I turn about There is no delay In my journey on The destined way; Whither to the east Or north or south Dust of the west Is in my mouth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |