Lionel Johnson, To A Traveller, from The Bibelot, Volume X, A Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Lovers, chosen in part from scarce editions and sources not generally known, Swinburne, rare poetry, rare prose, free online text, e-book, 20th century English literature, online text, free e-book, on www.elfinspell.com (Bibelot10JohnsonTraveller)

From The Bibelot, A Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Lovers, chosen in part from scarce editions and sources not generally known, Volume X, Testimonial Edition, Edited and Originally Published by Thomas B. Mosher, Portland, Maine; Wm. Wise & Co.; New York; 1904; p. 90.

TO A TRAVELLER.

THE mountains, and the lonely death at last
  Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend!
The wandering over, and the labour passed,
     Thou are indeed at rest:
     Earth gave thee of her best,
     That labour and this end.

Earth was thy mother, and her true son thou:
Earth called thee to a knowledge of her ways,
Upon the great hills, up the great streams: now
     Upon earth’s kindly breast
     Thou art indeed at rest:
     Thou, and thine arduous days.

Fare thee well, O strong heart! The tranquil night
Looks calmly on thee: and the sun pours down
His glory over thee, O heart of might!
     Earth gives thee perfect rest;
     Earth, whom thy swift feet pressed:
     Earth, whom the vast stars crown.

III. POEMS BY LIONEL JOHNSON.

TO A TRAVELLER.

1889.

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