I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe, br My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips; br I will arise, and set my face to the sea, br Among stranger-folk and in the wandering ships. br br The world is great, and the bounds of it who shall set? br It may be I shall find, somewhere in the world I shall find, br A land that my feet may abide in; then I shall forget br The woman I loved, and the years that are left behind. br br But, if the ends of the world are not wide enough br To out-weary my heart, and to find for my heart some fold, br I will go back to the city, and her I love, br And look on her face, and remember the days of old.