From the Mountain Poem by George Sterling

Let us go home with the sunset on our faces-
We that went forth at morn,
To follow on the wind's auroral paces,
And find the desert bourn
The frontier of our hope and Heaven's scorn.

Let us go home with the sunset on our faces-
We that have wandered far
And stood by noon in high, disastrous places,
And known what mountains are
Between those eyries and the morning star.

Let us go home with the sunset on our faces:
Although we have not found
The pathway to the inviolable spaces,
We see from holy ground
An ocean far below without a sound.