by John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Language: English 
One road leads to London,
    One road leads to Wales, 
My road leads me seawards
    To the white dipping sails.

One road leads to the river,
    And it goes singing slow; 
My road leads to shipping,
    Where the bronzed sailors go.

Leads me, lures me, calls me
    To salt green tossing sea; 
A road without earth's road-dust
    Is the right road for me.

A wet road heaving, shining,
    And wild with seagull's cries, 
A mad salt sea-wind blowing
    The salt spray in my eyes.

My road calls me, lures me
    West, east, south, and north; 
Most roads lead men homewards,
    My road leads me forth.

To add more miles to the tally
    Of grey miles left behind, 
In quest of that one beauty
    God put me here to find.

First published in Speaker, May 1903


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