In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?

The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.

His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.

Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?

A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.

Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.