I want to walk the wide, wide halls of worlds no one has wandered;
The dragons say that spirit calls to art, and I have pondered
The feel of them in me, windfalls of meaning on my way.

I want to learn the vast, vast tomes of all that's for the knowing,
Of all the Londons, all the Romes, the codices still growing;
To grow in time with them, and have an answer I can say.


I want to pile my knowing on the hoard of worlds' live treasures,
The jeweled arts, the trembling dawn of silver lore, and measures
Of woven nature carrying on to awe another day.