My star, I saw it high and far At the parting of the ways A light on the edge of the outer night Like silver set ablaze Where the round world plunges steeply down But on the old roads goes As an unseen bridge that on arches runs To coasts that no man knows
I would not find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men long lost to where no pathway goes
But where they bloom those flowers fair In what air or land they grow What words beyond the world I heard If you would seek for know
In a boat then, brother, far afloat You must labour in the sea And find yourself things out of mind: You will learn no more of me
I would not find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men Of long lost to where no pathway goes
There the twain enfolded, Phantom twilight, phantom twilight, And dim the mazes dark, unholy,
I would never find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows Nor seek in mountains dark, the landscapes of the men Long lost to whom no pathway goes