THE TURN OF THE YEAR

The pines shake and the winds wake,

And the dark waves crowd the sky-line!

The birds wheel out on a troubled sky;

The widening road runs white and long,

And the page is turned,

And the world is tired!

So I want no more of twilight sloth,

And I want no more of resting,

And of all the earth I ask no more

Than the green sea, the great sea,

The long road, the white road,

And a change of life to-day!