The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow it, if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.