““Where the Flame was burning By the long grey road there is ash after a fire gone out and signs of departure in dust and heat. That is all. But the flame that burned in the circle of the travellers whirled only before the eye in unextinguished longing. They were travelling for a dream and could give all, and must go on in their searchings and their unease, and the bonfire burned on in every edge of sight, whilst new searchers dug in the ashes and in the ground under the ashes, and it is dream that is happiness for those journeying.””
