Apr 2018

Sep 2017

2

We are the pilgrims master; we shall go

Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry of that glimmering sea.

We travel not for trafficing alone;
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not be known
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.