The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening rest and sleep to meet.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have pa**ed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.