The Only Journey
I wish I might become like one of these. Who, in the night on horses wild astride, With torches flaming out like loosened hair On to the chase through the great swift wind ride. I wish to stand as on a boat and dare. The sweeping storm, mighty, like flag unrolled. In darkness but with helmet made of gold. That shimmers restlessly. And in a row, Behind me in the dark, ten men that glow.
by Rainer Maria Rilke