I love roads - The goddesses that dwell - Far along invisible - Are my favorite gods. --- Roads go on - While we forget, and are forgotten like a star - That shoots and is gone.

On this earth 'tis sure 
We men have not made
Anything that doth fade
So soon, so long endure;


The hill road wet with rain
in the sun would not gleam
Like a winding stream
If we trod it not again

They are lonely
While we sleep, lonelier
For lack of the traveler
Who is now a dream only.


From dawn's twilight
And all the clouds like sheep
On the mountains of sleep
They wind into the night.


The next turn may reveal
Heaven: upon the crest
The close pine clump, at rest
And black, may Hell conceal.


Often footsore, never
Yet of the road I weary,
Though long and steep and dreary
As it winds on for ever.


Helen of the roads,
The mountain ways of Norway
And the Troll tales,
Is one of the true gods.

Abiding in the trees,
The threes and fours so wise,
The larger companies,
That by the roadside be,


And beneath the rafter
Else uninhabited
Excepting by the dead;
And it is her laughter.

Now all the roads lead to Norway
And heavy is the tread
Of the living; but the dead
Returning lightly dance...
Whatever the road bring
Housing the roar of Troll homes.