From the Mountain

Let us go home with the sunset on our faces- We that went forth at morn, To follow on the wind's auroral paces, And find the desert bourn The frontier of our hope and Heaven's scorn. Let us go home with the sunset on our faces- We that have wandered far And stood by noon in high, disastrous places, And known what mountains are Between those eyries and the morning star. Let us go home with the sunset on our faces: Although we have not found The pathway to the inviolable spaces, We see from holy ground An ocean far below without a sound.