Iii

Inconstant, eager, curious, I roamed; And ever your long reaches lured me on; And ever o’er my feet your grasses foamed, And in my eyes your far horizons shone. But sometimes would you (as a stillness fell And on my pulse you laid a soothing palm), Instruct my ears in your most secret spell; And sometimes in the calm Initiate my young and wondering eyes Until my spirit grew more still and wise.