To the world-wanderer Samarkand is near, <br />The broad Pacific but a narrow strait. <br />To him old China at the Asian gate <br />A neighbor is, an elder brother dear. <br />Toward savage coasts he dares his bark to steer, <br />Bidding the tempest bear him on in state. <br />He knocks at tombs where kings their summons wait, <br />And meets the gods of eld in deserts drear. <br />So to the traveller who has long explored <br />Tropics of sickness, rocky wastes of pain, <br />Or arctic solitudes of icy sorrow— <br />To him is death no foe remote, abhorred, <br />But a wise friend, a peacemaker who fain <br />Would marry loud today with shy tomorrow.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-peacemaker/
