ALL the credit for this masterpiece goes to Gerald Gould
Beyond the east the sunrise; Beyond the west the sea
And East and West the Wander-Thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness to bid me say goodbye,
For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! The call of the sky!
I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,
But a man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide, a star;
And there’s no end to voyaging when once the voice is heard,
For the rivers call, and the road calls, and oh! The call of a bird!
Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away
And come I may, but go I must, and if men ask you why,
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun,
And the white road and the sky.
By Gerald Gould
THIS IS NOT MY OWN POEM, BUT IT IS ONE OF MY FOUR FAVORITE POEMS AND SEARCH AS I MIGHT, I CAN NEVER FIND IT ONLINE SO I AM POSTING IT SO THAT I NEVER LOSE IT AGAIN.