Beyond The Barn

I rose up with the sun     And climbed the hill.     I saw the white mists run     And shadows run     Down into hollow woods.     I went with the white clouds     That swept the hill.     A wind struck the low hedge trees     And clustering trees,     And rocked in each tall elm.     The long afternoon was calm     When down the hill     I came, and felt the air cool,     The shadows cool;     And I walked on footsore,     Saying, "But two hours more,     Then, the last hill....     Surely this road I know,     These hills I know,     All the unknown is known,     "And that barn, black and lone,     High on the hill--     There the long road ends,     The long day ends,     And travelling is over." ...     Nor thought nor travelling's over.     Here on the hill     The black barn is a shivering ruin,     A windy cold ruin.     I must go on and on,     Where often my thought has gone,     Up hill, down hill,     Beyond this ruin of Time;     Forgetting Time     I must follow my thought still.