Follow him, follow him,
Where the world will,
Under the sunlight
By meadow and hill.
Down the blue distance,
Round the world’s rim,
Where the hosts of the future
Are horning for him.
Follow him, call to him,
Pray to him, Sweet,
Tell him the morning
Is fresh for his feet;
Sing him the rapture,
The glamour, the gleam
Of pearly dew-azure
That curtains the stream;
Sing the glad thrushnote
That never knew pain,
But sing him and call him
And pray him in vain.
For ere the red dewdrop
In sunlight was pearled,
He heard that mad ocean
That whelms the world.
Yea, heard that voice calling
Past sunlight and dew,
That rarest, alluringest,
Ever heart knew.
That siren of sunrise,
That weaver of songs,
Till the heart of man hearkens
And gladdens and longs,
Till o’er the blue distance,
As opens the rose,
The yearning impulsion
Of all his life goes;
And many a dragon
Chimera so grim,
Down the dream of the morning
Is vanquished by him.