Fine wine in a golden cup,
Fragile plates on which to sup,
Silver spoons in candle light.
I’ll not partake food or drink,
Too many thoughts I must think,
Before the sun yields to night.

Shall I sail to open sea
Or walk the Allegany
Which direction shall I turn,
So much on which there’s to look
I go light with pen and book,
To record that which I learn.

I go for the sake of learning,
To see to know is yearning.