I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
”It is futile,” I said,
”You can never -”

”You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

 

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it
It was clay.

Now this is the strange part:
When the man went to the earth
And looked again,
Lo, there was the ball of gold.

Now this is the strange part:
It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.

There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.