If in these days I could devote

My powers to some other roade

Where elms and osiers entwined
Fill the air’s trance with joys unplied

Where bracken, flowers light, unnamed

Make breaths more sodden with thrills daint
Where valley-hollows sunken low
With winds caressing, sun-rays blow

And there, upon a clearing, lone

Stands dreams’ celestial, simple home
Then I would utter not a note –
Because I’d be without a load...

The bird would chirp; the sunset beckon;

Across the hays the air-strokes reckon;
And I there’d be, a sunwarmth soul –
Which is again, alive and whole...