Elementalist

 Could Fate ordain a lot for me
 Beyond all human ills,
I think that I would choose to be
 A shephard of the hills;
With shaggy cloak and cape where skies
 Eternally are blue
How I would stare with quiet eyes
 At passing you!

And you would stare at static me,
 Beside my patient flock;
And I would watch you silently,
 A one with time and rock.

Then foreign farings you would chart,
 And fly with fearsome wings,
While I would bide to be a part
 Of elemental things.


Yet strangely I would have it so,
 Since I am kin to these,--
To heather heath and bloom ablow,
 And peaks and piney trees.

As diamond star at evenfall,
 And pearly morning mist
Sing in my veins, myself I call
 An Elementalist.


So as in city dirt and din
 I push a grubby pen,
And toil, my bed and board to win,
 I hate the haunts of men.

Beyond brick wall I seem to see
 Fern dells and rocky rills .
 .
 .

O crazy dream! O God, to be
 A shephard of the hills!

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