Theodore Roethke - The Pause lyrics

I have walked past my widest range, But still the landscape does not change. The branch that scrapes across my face I once saw from a distant place, But never closer than a mile. I lean against its bark awhile. The last worn wheel-ruts disappear. Rain-beaten rocks lie sharp and clear. My eyes are used to sights like these: I stand between familiar trees. Two wind-blown hemlocks make a door To country I shall soon explore.