So much beauty have I seen on earth,
So much to marvel over and admire;
Yet each new sight but bred a new desire
To stray still farther from the quiet hearth.
My hand in yours, we spanned our planet's girth;
From Alpine summits, looked on summits higher;
Saw fierce Stromboli set the night on fire;
In fair Ceylon, saw dawn's exquisite birth.

Now am I stirred with mightier unrest
For longer journeys than old I knew.
I would set forth upon that final quest ---
That Large Adventure which has come to you.
Somewhere you wait to show new worlds to me.
Pilot! draw anchor! let my soul go free!

Sonnets of sorrow and triumph. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York: George H. Doran, 1918.

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