What instinct forces man to journey on, <br />Urged by a longing blind but dominant! <br />Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt <br />His never failing eagerness. The sun <br />Setting in splendour every night has won <br />His vassalage; those towers flamboyant <br />Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt <br />His daylight wanderings. Forever done <br />With simple joys and quiet happiness <br />He guards the vision of the sunset sky; <br />Though faint with weariness he must possess <br />Some fragment of the sunset's majesty; <br />He spurns life's human friendships to profess <br />Life's loneliness of dreaming ecstasy.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-4/
