I travel! My pilgrimage hither-ward lies Beyond these proud barriers neath fairer skies, Away from these purlieus that throttle the soul On, on to the bounds of my utter-most goal. No power that moves in the land or the sea Can curtail or capture the vision in me, I follow a lode-star, I can, and I must! My forehead to God, my feet in the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |