Robert Frost - The Pursuit of the Horizon

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; But as they ran, I ran after.

With the rest I had, I aimed low— I had a broken lamp, And then the victor cried out to the rest, ‘We have to go back.’

I ran after it, and at last, I found myself running alone, Where the ground itself had succumbed To the haunting grasp of the sky.

I saw the sun beyond the brim, And as I strained to reach it soon, A creature of dark rime appeared, And drew back into the night from the view.

And thus, so often I chased away, Only to find I never can stay.