I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
Man is man, and master of his fate.
The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
The white flower of a blameless life.