My Narrow Streets

Through my narrow streets I wander,

  A myriad of avenues,

Profound the corners where I ponder,

  Meet not the roads I choose.

Descents too easy - all I squander

  So thus a mountain there accrues;

Down my narrow streets I wander

  And yet an uphill life ensues.

Is this some idyllic isle?

  Did a winding dust track draw

Me down towards my self-denial,

  Where silent, passing time can roar?

Lead on! lead on! - sweet rising mile,

  Let the mountain reassure,

This is some idyllic isle

  Still so much I must explore.