To those who walk terribly alone.
To part the russet earth and the fingers of the leaves in the spring
That they may give up their treasure
To those who faint for lack of such treasure.
To listen to the long complaining of the old and the unwanted.
To bring lover to lover across the world,
Thrusting the stars aside and cleaving the seas and the mountains.
To hold up the high paths beneath the feet of travellers.
To keep the persuading roar of waters from the ears of the broken-hearted.
To bring a smile to the narrow lips of death,