For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
…
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!