We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage

When the great markets by the sea shut fast All that calm Sunday that goes on and on: When even lovers find their peace at last, And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young.

West of these out to seas colder than the Hebrides I must go Where the fleet of stars is anchored and the young Star captains glow.

When even lovers find their peace at last, And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry. But have you wine and music still, And statues and a bright-eyed love,

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.