Untraveled Worlds

I can not rest from travel
I will drink life to the lees
All times I have enjoyed greatly
Have suffered greatly
both with those
that loved me, and alone...
I am part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience
is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world (that untraveled world, that untraveled world...)
whose margin fades forever and forever when I move

How dull it is
to pause,
to make an end
To rust unburnished,
not to shine in use! (to shine in use!)
To shine in use!
As though
to breathe
were life!
Were Life
Life!
Life piled on life
Were all too little,
and of one to me little remains;
but every hour
every hour
is saved
From that eternal silence,
something more,
something more
A bringer of
new things;
and vile it were
For some three suns
to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit
yearning in desire
To follow knowledge
like a sinking star,
Beyond,
Beyond the utmost bound
of human thought.

Come
Come my friends.
'Tis not too late
to seek a newer world.
Push off,
and sitting well in order
smite the sounding furrows;
for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset,
and the baths of all the western stars,
until I die.

Though much is taken,
much abides;
and though
We are not
now that strength
which in old days
Moved earth and heav'n,
that which we are, we are---
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
That which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will
To strive,
to seek,
to find,
and not to yield...
And not to yeild...
And not to yeild!