And you have thrilled to the light touch of her feet,
Blindingly sweet.
Now make me wise with some new word of Her."
Said the wise earth—
"She is not all my child.
But the wild spirit that rules her heart-beats wild
Is of diviner birth,
And kin to the unknown light beyond my ken.
All I can give to Her have I not given?
Strength to be glad, to suffer, and to know;