Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond
the West the sea,
And East and West the wanderlust
that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to
bid me say good-by!
For the seas call and the stars call, and oh, the call of the sky!
I know not where the white road runs,
nor what the blue hills are,
But man can have the sun for
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