The earth and sky
Have a song as old as themselves;
And you and I
For one brief moment, while the dawn-torch flings
Its pagan tresses wild, for cirrus-elves
To sport among, find wings
That lift us to the hearing of their voices
Ringing in cadenced chorals over trackless seas--
Hark, how the wind rejoices,
Singing the love-notes of long-lost Hesperides!
The earth and sky
Have a song that is ever new;
But you and I
Have found a wild and haunting melody
Of long unrest, of roses and of rue--
Till all Infinity
Fills with the perfume of dear joy and sorrow,
Sweet tears and laughter of a phantom yesterday.
What promises the morrow?
"Feet wander paths that meet a million worlds away."
