My life was made of movement
Beneath the starry wheel;
Content, I left in Paradise
The imprint of my heel,
For bright Arcadia beckoned me,
And peaceful Erewhon followed;
Tir-na-nog did pull at me,
But still I chose the road.
Rivers enticed me with murmurs,
White-haired mountains slept
Above me in misty valleys
Whilst to my path I kept.
Deserts painted, and deserts where
Even Gaia stops to yawn,
Kept me not from my sweet track,
The trail I wandered down.
I saw lightning on sudden seas,
Tangled trees where trolls abide,
Crystal caves of secret glitter;
But now I leave my trek aside.
I have travelled seeking Beauty
In baroque and simple guise.
Let me now combine the two,
let me wander in your eyes.