Journey Poem by Jerome Brooke

Fast and wild, fast the river flows,
Through the empty land;
Down the desert, endless plain,
Through barren sand.

Dark eyes that see,
See the goal,
Where the lost river,
Wild river, wild soul.

The past, made plain, open,
Our future known,
All, all is now clear, plainly told,
All is shown.

Searing eyes, eyes that search,
Eyes that see;
Cruel eyes, eyes now hidden,
Hidden by the sea.