From "A West Shire Lad".


 From far, from eve and dawn
   And twelve winds in yon sky,
 The stuff of life to knit me
   Blew here: so here am I.

 Now -- for a breath I pause
   Nor yet break up and part --
 Take my hand quick and tell me,
   What have you in your heart.

 Speak now, and I'll talk back;
   How shall I help you, say;
 Ere to the wind's twelve points
   I take sans end my way.

                                -- A.E. House Man