On the Mountain

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!