One road leads to London,       One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards       To the white dipping sails. One road leads to the river,       And it goes singing slow; My road leads to shipping,       Where the bronzed sailors go. Leads me, lures me, calls me       To salt green tossing sea; A road without earth's road-dust       Is the right road for me. A wet road heaving, shining,       And wild with seagulls' cries, A mad salt sea-wind blowing       The salt spray in my eyes. My road calls me, lures me       West, east, south, and north; Most roads lead men homewards,       My road leads me forth. To add more miles to the tally       Of grey miles left behind, In quest of that one beauty       God put me here to find.