Wayfarer of Earth

Up, heart of mine, Thou wayfarer of Earth! Of seed divine, Be mindful of thy birth. Though the flesh faint Through long-endured constraint Of nights and days, Lift up thy praise To Life, that set thee in such strenuous ways, And left thee not To drowse and rot In some thick-perfumed and luxurious plot. Strong, strong is Earth, With vigour for thy feet, To make thy wayfaring Tireless and fleet. And good is Earth– But Earth not all thy good, O thou with seed of suns And star-fire in thy blood. And though thou feel The slow clog of the hours Leaden upon thy heel, [Page 52] Put forth thy powers. Thine the deep sky, The unpreëmpted blue, The haste of storm, The hush of dew. Thine, thine the free Exalt of star and tree, The reinless run Of wind and sun, The vagrance of the sea!