Roadways

One road leads to London,  

   One road leads to Wales,

My road leads me seawards

   To the white dipping sails.

One road leads to the river,

   As it goes singing slow;

My road leads to shipping,

   Where the bronzed sailors go.

Leads me, lures me, calls me

   To salt green tossing sea;

A road without earth's road-dust

   Is the right road for me.

A wet road heaving, shining,

   And wild with segulls' cries,

A mad salt sea-wind blowing

   The salt spray in my eyes.

My road calls me, lures me

   West, east, south, and north;

Most roads lead men homewards,

   My road leads me forth

To add more miles to the tally  

   Of grey miles left behind,

In quest of that one beauty  

   God put me here to find.