In silent places dim
I pass, and tell your coming in the end.
Omniscient I, eternal; and I know
The gleaming destiny
That waits ye, being free,
When ye have pass’d the border-line of Death.
I am the Wind—the Lord God’s faithful servant;
’Twixt earth and sky I wander, and I know
His Sign is ever found
The blue-veil’d earth around,