06.01.2013, 16:03
Untamed
Who is there that can pipe up buds unblown,
Who is there that can charme the winds that pass,
And who is there can lead the early grass
To press another way than it has grown?
To many another has my spirit flown,
But never has it found that one, alas!
Who could shed himself on everything that was,
Like wind on water, sunshine upon stone.
These are all haunted by so great a might
No other power can tame them. Their vague eyes
Are full of dawns and shadows of surprise,
And they are aureoled with their own light.
Grass has its Heaven and the winds their skies.
They wot not of us with their wistful sight.
Who is there that can pipe up buds unblown,
Who is there that can charme the winds that pass,
And who is there can lead the early grass
To press another way than it has grown?
To many another has my spirit flown,
But never has it found that one, alas!
Who could shed himself on everything that was,
Like wind on water, sunshine upon stone.
These are all haunted by so great a might
No other power can tame them. Their vague eyes
Are full of dawns and shadows of surprise,
And they are aureoled with their own light.
Grass has its Heaven and the winds their skies.
They wot not of us with their wistful sight.