Wait not here, for, could it be eternal?
Take the way back home; would you find peace!
In the heart of night, there is that sheepish glow.
Can’t take thy thing, nor shall you bow.

Not far away is that way, which will take you to the end of it.
Long here have you been in pursuit of many.
Many had come, many shall go;
The ones of heart don’t far away go,
For it is meant to keep high...