I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never—" "You lie," he cried,
And ran on.


XXIV - The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895)


I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. It is futile, I said, You can never— You...

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. It is futile, I said, You can never— You...

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. It is futile, I said, You can never— You...

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. It is futile, I said, You can never— You...