The Road goes ever on and on
     Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
     Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
     But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
     My evening rest and sleep to meet.

Still round the corner there may wait
     A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by,
     A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
     West of the Moon, East of the Sun.