I have broken the bonds of the narrow land Laid open the book of dreams, Drawn doorways in the sand, a dark traveling With high fellowship or dread companion From the last castle to the end of eternity; strangers and pilgrims in a strange land, The stars my destination. When the world turned upside down, From the earth's core to a starpilot's grave, For a breath I tarried a long time until now: I saw the doors of his mouth open the lamps of his eyes shine A final rose bloom for Ecclesiastes and no night, ever, without stars. I will fear no evil, not the black god's kiss, or the red nails' gleam; Daemon, sidhe-devil, or devil in iron: For the stars are ours, and the stars burn. What's it like out there, Down Skagganauk Abyss, At the birthplace of creation, At the crossroads of time? In this moment of the storm, There is time enough for love, Soul music sung by no woman born, The light of other days upon A many-colored land. The door into tomorrow opens A house of many ways; The eyes of the overworld seek patterns in chaos, Equal rites are observed, And no man sayeth call him lord. Somewhither east of Eden, children of the mind Play peter-power-armor, awaiting childhood's end-- All mimsy are the borogoves! Who goes there, out of the dark To the light fantastic? Creatures there are of light and darkness: When true night falls on the borders of infinity The dark side of the sun casts slithering shadows Down the long tomorrow. Nightfall. After dark, Ancient, my enemy, the old gods waken. Alas, Babylon! The city and the stars! Something wicked this way comes. Beyond the black river, a man rides through, And only I am escaped to tell thee. Soldier, ask not, lest darkness fall, Of unfinished tales or a dry, quiet war. Take iron counsel of the cold equations; Ours is the fury--a high crusade-- To bring in the steel with our brothers in arms, Til the mountains of mourning crumble And a fire is upon the deep, Til the shards of honor are gathered The forever war is won, The guns of Avalon go silent, And the long patrol come home. Where the path of the fury takes us Though foundation and empire crumble, And the stars asunder wrend, If the price of the stars Be the broken sword; If the price of the stars Be the human edge, By God, we have paid it dear! Sleeper, awaken! Out of the silent planet To your scattered bodies go; Sail beyond the sunset in a boat of a million years. Bid farewell again to the homes of men and the cool, green hills of earth. A citizen of the galaxy, I have space suit and I will travel Beyond the farthest star.