The Messenger

Far out from the whirlpool cities They call and they call to me Where the journey ends — My infinite Friends The Wind and the Sea.

Tonight the Wind in the inland woods, Where my sheltered house is set, Carries the rush of the sea waves past Till my cheeks feel cold and wet.

And I smile and shudder. . . . "What wouldst thou of me O Wind and Sea?"

Far out from the whirlpool cities They call and they call to me Where the Journey ends — My infinite Friends The Wind and the Sea.