The Golden Journey to Samarkand

I'm not into any kind of poetry but somehow this one caught my eye and I really like it. I read these lines in the book: "Beyond the Last Blue Mountain".  It is the biography of JRD Tata.
The book starts with a couple of verses from the following poem by James E. Flecker. 


James Elroy Flecker

THE GOLDEN JOURNEY TO SAMARKAND

We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,


White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.


Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells
When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,
And softly through the silence beat the bells
Along the Golden Road to Samarkand.


We travel not for trafficking alone;
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not be known
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.




P.S.: Changing the topic. I really like the new look 'n' feel of my blog. Finally blogger.com has done what it should have done a couple of years back. But... as they say... Better late than never. 
And the photograph on the blog's header is the one I took during my previous visit to the city of dreams - Bombay. Cheerio...