All our Age that with all lacks was yet a stirring one with a sense of dawn and sunrise and distant trumpets, now was going east, was going Home, going east by the west road.

West is home and East is home, and North and South.

Knowledge extendeth and the world above is fed.
The sun made a lane of scarlet and gold across Ocean-Sea.

I wondered what temples, what towns, what spice ships at strange wharfs might lie under it afar.

I wondered if there did dwell Prester John and if he would step down to give us welcome.