I. THE WEST
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eyond the moor and the mountain crest--Comrade, look not on the west--The sun is down and drinks awayFrom air and land the lees of day. The long cloud and the single pineSentinel the ending line,And out beyond it, clear and wan,Reach the gulfs of evening on. The son of woman turns his browWest from forty countries now,And, as the edge of heaven he eyes,Thinks eternal thoughts, and sighs. Oh wide's the world, to rest or roam,With change abroad and cheer at home,Fights and furloughs, talk and tale,Company and beef and ale. But if I front the evening skySilent on the west look I,And my comrade, stride for stride,Paces silent at my side, Comrade, look not on the west:'Twill have the heart out of your breast;'Twill take your thoughts and sink them far,Leagues beyond the sunset bar. Oh lad, I fear that yon's the seaWhere they fished for you and me,And there, from whence we both were ta'en,You and I shall drown again. Send not on your soul beforeTo dive from that beguiling shore,And let not yet the swimmer leaveHis clothes upon the sands of eve. Too fast to yonder strand forlornWe journey, to the sunken bourn,To flush the fading tinges eyedBy other lads at eventide. Wide is the world, to rest or roam,And early 'tis for turning home:Plant your heel on earth and stand,And let's forget our native land. When you and I are split on airLong we shall be strangers there;Friends of flesh and bone are best;Comrade, look not on the west.
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