Iíve crossed the trackless wastes of space-
And surfed a hundreds suns-
And countless more Iíll know, forget-
Before my race is run.
Iíve walked the lonely city streets-
Which once with laughter rang...
Now lay in death, forgotten..
And I find it passing strange.
Iíve seen a sun go Nova,
Another just go dead.....
And ice age come, and ice age go..
And worlds which shook in dread.
I once knew Merlyn, wicked thing-
His sword stuck in the stone...
And Arthur, young and foolish king
Now both of them are gone.
And Robin? and his merry men?
Hah! thieves, and worse than thieves,
The way that histíry gilds their names
My heart it fairly grieves.
I know where mermaids swim and play-
The little people dwell-
The Flying Dutchmanís ghostly wake..
Aye, mate, I know it well.
If I had but a century,
To sit, I might avail....
To shed a bit of light on it..
And spin my Travelerís Tale.
Live large, people!