What instinct forces man to journey on, br Urged by a longing blind but dominant! br Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt br His never failing eagerness. The sun br Setting in splendour every night has won br His vassalage; those towers flamboyant br Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt br His daylight wanderings. Forever done br With simple joys and quiet happiness br He guards the vision of the sunset sky; br Though faint with weariness he must possess br Some fragment of the sunset's majesty; br He spurns life's human friendships to profess br Life's loneliness of dreaming ecstasy.