Once in the wind of morning
The world-wide air was azure
And all the brooks ran gold.
There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With feathered cap on forehead,
With mien to match the morning
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Oh whence, I asked, and whither?
He smiled and would not say,
And looked at me and beckoned
And laughed and led the way.
And with kind looks and laughter
Across the glittering pastures
And solitude of shepherds
By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a windmill turning
With gay regards of promise
And sure unslackened stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
By blowing realms of woodland
With sunstruck vanes afield
And cloud-led shadows sailing
By valley-guarded granges
Content at heart I followed
With my delightful guide.
And like the cloudy shadows
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;
Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
And midst the fluttering legion
Goes the delightful guide,
With lips that brim with laughter
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
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