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I cannot rest from travel
I will drink life to the lees
all times I have enjoyed greatly
have suffered greatly both with those thatloved me and alone
on shore, and when thro' scudding drifts
the rainy Hyades vext the dim sea
I am become a name
for always roaming with a hungry heart, much have I seen and known
cities of men and manners climates, councils, governments
myself not least, but honour'd of them all
and drunk delight of battle with my peers
far on the ringing plains of windy Troy
I am a part of all that I have met
yet all experience is an arch
wherethro' gleams that untravell'd world
whose margin fades forever and forever when I move
how dull it is to pause, to make an end
to rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use
as tho' to breathe were life life piled on life were all too little
and of one to me little remains but every hour is saved from that eternal silence
something more
a bringer of new things and vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself
and this gray spirit yearning in desire to follow knowledge like a sinking star
beyond the utmost bound of human thought...