Bright Wind surging from the clean West,
What were they urging on their gay young quest?
“High Urge and keen,
That Life shall mean
Bold truths, faced with a bold broad breast.”
West Wind blowing from their dim coasts,
Do they see weakness of all human boasts?
“Yes, but they know
That men still go
Forward and Forward in strong steady hosts.”
West Wind, West Wind, what will they do
If we should fail them—should prove us untrue?
Fail them? That cannot be.
For all Eternity
Faith in World-Liberty
Joins them to You!
OTHER POEMS
THE HAPPY PEOPLE
“And as I sat, over the pale blue hills came a noise of revellers."—Endymion.
DOWN the spring slope sweep the Happy People
In a stream;
Pressing naked feet in rosy clover,
Flitting through the glades where songbirds hover,
Following brooks that run the meadows over;
(In my dream.)
Down the green lawns throng the Happy People,
Joy supreme
In their poised hands garlanded with flowers,
Joy of soft limbs fresh from sun and showers,
Joy of sweet lips tasting dewy hours;
(In my dream.)