POETRY: A Magazine of Verse
HARK TO THE WIND OF THE WORLD
Hark to the wind of the world!
The shafts of toy life are far-hurled——
I cannot belong to you! . . .
I belong to the cataract, leaping;
I belong to the west-wind, weeping;
I belong to the white swan, sleeping;
I belong to the wild curlew!
Away! I say it must end!
Call me not, call me not friend—
I am false for I must be true!
I belong to the cedar, swinging;
I belong to the silence, ringing;
I belong to the noon-sun, singing
Where the singing god-reed grew.
Go further, further away!
I will walk with you yet, some day,
But I will not belong to you.
I belong to the eagle, flying;
I belong to the sea-tide, sighing;
I belong to the wilderness, crying;
I belong to dawn and the dew!
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