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Roadways

One road leads to London,  
  One road leads to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
  To the white dipping sails.
 
One road leads to the river,
  As it goes singing slow;
My road leads to shipping,
  Where the bronzed sailors go.
 
Leads me, lures me, calls me
  To salt green tossing sea;
A road without earth’s road-dust
  Is the right road for me.
 
A wet road heaving, shining,
  And wild with seagulls’ cries,
A mad salt sea-wind blowing
  The salt spray in my eyes.
 
My road calls me, lures me
  West, east, south, and north;
Most roads lead men homewards,
  My road leads me forth
 
To add more miles to the tally  
  Of grey miles left behind,
In quest of that one beauty  
  God put me here to find.
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