Wind Song

One day upon the wings of air My soul shall get him forth; And nothing know I whence or where, To East or South or North; And little care I through what ways This soul of mine shall ride; Or if the call be soon or late, At morn or eventide.

But I would go when strong winds blow Full-throated down the heaven; And on the blast like pennants cast The wild, black hawks are driven: O kith and kin are they to me, Wild-winged my soul shall pass With them as their own shadows drive Across the wind-swept grass.

Free winds that wander up and down The 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 wings Till I shall master Fate.

Take up my longing on your wings, O brothers, as ye go; The dauntless soul within me sings That mighty hymn ye know; Kindred are we, though but for ye The boundless ways were made; Yet I would go my lesser road As strong and unafraid.