My star, I saw it high and far
 At the parting of the ways
 light on the edge of the outer night
 Like silver set ablaze
 Where the round world plunges steeply down
 But on the old roads goes
 As an unseen bridge that on [bad word] 
 To coasts that no man knows

 I would not find the burning domes and sands
 Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows
 Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men
 long lost to where no pathway goes

 But where they bloom those flowers fair
 In what air or land they grow
 What words beyond the world I heard
 If you would seek for know

 In a boat then, brother, far afloat
 You must labour in the sea
 And find yourself things out of mind:
 You will learn no more of me

 I would not find the burning domes and sands
 Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
 Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men
 Of long lost to where no pathway goes

 There the twain enfolded,
 Phantom twilight, phantom twilight,
 And dim the mazes dark, unholy,

 I would never find the burning domes and sands
 Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows
 Nor seek in mountains dark, the landscapes of the men
 Long lost to whom no pathway goes