Said the Watcher by the Way
To some aged ones who lingered,
To the shrunken, the claw-fingered,
“So you come for me to-day.”--
“Yes, to give you warning;
You are old,” one said;
“You have old hairs on your head,
Fit for laurel, not for scorning.
“From the first of early morning
We have toiled along to find you;
We, as others, have maligned you,
But we need your scorn to-day.
By the light that we saw shining,
Let us not be lured alway;
Let us hear no River calling
When to-morrow is to-day.”
“But your lanterns are unlighted
And the Town is far before you:
Let us hasten, I implore you,”
Said the Watcher by the Way.
“Long have I waited,
Longer have I known
That the Town would have its own,
And the call be for the fated.
“In the name of all created,
Let us hear no more, my brothers;
Are we older than all others?
Are the planets in our way?”--
“Hark,” said one; “I hear the River,
Calling always, night and day.”--
“Forward, then! The lights are shining,”
Said the Watcher by the Way.