"What, you are stepping westward?"--"Yea." <br /> <br />---'T would be a wildish destiny, <br />If we, who thus together roam <br />In a strange land, and far from home, <br />Were in this place the guests of Chance: <br />Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, <br />Though home or shelter he had none, <br />With such a sky to lead him on? <br /> <br />The dewy ground was dark and cold; <br />Behind, all gloomy to behold; <br />And stepping westward seemed to be <br />A kind of heavenly destiny: <br />I liked the greeting; 't was a sound <br />Of something without place or bound; <br />And seemed to give me spiritual right <br />To travel through that region bright. <br /> <br />The voice was soft, and she who spake <br />Was walking by her native lake: <br />The salutation had to me <br />The very sound of courtesy: <br />Its power was felt; and while my eye <br />Was fixed upon the glowing sky, <br />The echo of the voice enwrought <br />A human sweetness with the thought <br />Of travelling through the world that lay <br />Before me in my endless way.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stepping-westward-2/
