(©Longshanks 1990)

The Road goes ever on and on
down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road is gone
and I must follow, if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet
until it meets some larger way
where many paths and errands meet
and whither then? I cannot say

Roads go ever on and on
over rock and under tree
by caves where never sun has shone
by streams that never find the sea
Over snow by winter sown
through the merry flowers of June
over grass and over stone
and under the mountains in the moon