SINCE years ago for evermore br My cedar ship I drew to shore; br And to the road and riverbed br And the green, nodding reeds, I said br Mine ignorant and last farewell: br Now with content at home I dwell, br And now divide my sluggish life br Betwixt my verses and my wife: br In vain; for when the lamp is lit br And by the laughing fire I sit, br Still with the tattered atlas spread br Interminable roads I tread.