TO WALTER THEODORE WATTS.

Sea, wind, and sun, with light and sound and breath

The spirit of man fulfilling — these create

That joy wherewith man's life grown passionate

Gains heart to hear and sense to read and faith

To know the secret word our Mother saith

In silence, and to see, though doubt wax great,

Death as the shadow cast by life on fate,

Passing, whose shade we call the shadow of death.

Brother, to whom our Mother as to me

Is dearer than all dreams of days undone,

This song I give you of the sovereign three

That are as life and sleep and death are, one:

A song the sea-wind gave me from the sea,

Where nought of man's endures before the sun.