THE top of the world and an empty morning, Mist sweeping in from the dim Outside, The door of day just a little bit open— The wind's great laugh as he flings it wide! O wind, here's one who would travel with you To the far bourne you alone may know— There would I seek what some one is hiding, There would I find where my longings go! To some deep calm would I drift and nestle Close to the heart of the Great Surprise. O strong wind, do you laugh to see us? We are so little and oh, so wise! |