Beyond The Barn

I rose up with the sun And climbed the hill. I saw the white mists run And shadows run Down into hollow woods. I went with the white clouds That swept the hill. A wind struck the low hedge trees And clustering trees, And rocked in each tall elm. The long afternoon was calm When down the hill I came, and felt the air cool, The shadows cool; And I walked on footsore, Saying, "But two hours more, Then, the last hill.... Surely this road I know, These hills I know, All the unknown is known, "And that barn, black and lone, High on the hill— There the long road ends, The long day ends, And travelling is over." ... Nor thought nor travelling's over. Here on the hill The black barn is a shivering ruin, A windy cold ruin. I must go on and on, Where often my thought has gone, Up hill, down hill, Beyond this ruin of Time; Forgetting Time I must follow my thought still.