WIND SONG
One day upon the wings of airMy soul shall get him forth;And nothing know I whence or where,To East or South or North;And little care I through what waysThis soul of mine shall ride;Or if the call be soon or late,At morn or eventide.But I would go when strong winds blowFull-throated down the heaven;And on the blast like pennants castThe wild, black hawks are driven:O kith and kin are they to me,Wild-winged my soul shall passWith them as their own shadows driveAcross the wind-swept grass.Free winds that wander up and downThe weary hills of earth;What call like yours can sorrow drown,Or touch her seas to mirth!Strong winds that were tempestuous souls,O brothers, turn and wait;Take up my longing on your wingsTill I shall master Fate.Take up my longing on your wings,O brothers, as ye go;The dauntless soul within me singsThat mighty hymn ye know;Kindred are we, though but for yeThe boundless ways were made;Yet I would go my lesser roadAs strong and unafraid.