Journey Down Troublesome

No thought I had as I set forthTo conquer or be kindThough both I knew as customs setDeep in the public mind.

Now if I knew nothing of all before,I knew not well what lay behind:Dimmed faith and hope perhaps,Charity old and blind.

But this I knew well:By any place my eye could see,By anything my mind could name,I should go quietly . . .

So quietly no bird need change its perchBecause of me,So quietly no squirrel need drop its nutOr turn its tree.

I was still seeker and roverDays without endIn spite of bare landscapeOr cold wind.

And whatever it was I foundI should be and share,And no thing need alterBecause I journey there.