William Stan Braithwaite

1872-1962 / United States

A White Road

A white road between sea and land,
Night and silence on either hand
Pointing to some unknown gate
A white forefinger of fate.

I follow, I follow I ll wend
My way on this road to the end;
Silence may keep to the sea,
On land no light shines free.

Bend low impenetrable sky
Through your shades my road runs high:
It needs no stars to guide
No measuring sea-tide.

I breathe the imperishable breath,
I trespass the bounds of death -
For my heart knows all the way
To the eternal day.
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