"Home again..." said the bard, or was it Home ? Beyond those hills, streams, seas and deserts dry Distant lands of peace and of maidens shy Of wars, songs and dreams, how long must he roam Seeking times gone, to find his long lost Home ? Look, yonder looms his Home, where those clouds weep Just on the horizon, where those winds sweep So near yet so far, other end of sky's dome Sore is his heart and blistered are his feet Feeble his wishes are, his Homecoming uncertain In a tavern with wenchs warm he makes his last sojourn Singing glories of things unknown and Homecoming sweet There he walks barefoot smeared with sins and lust And his sweet little lies of rains on paths of dust