Gerald Gould

“I have sought on the high hills, the secrets that prophets learn; I have tracked the unwavering stars, and the planets that pale and burn.”

“Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea, And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be.”

“For the heart of a man is a hungry thing, And the heart of a man is a wide, wide sea.”

“Wandering weavers, with woven will, tread on the threshold of twilight's still.”

“The winds of the world are my confederates; The voices of the world are all my own.”