FROM FAR FROM EVE AND MORNING

From far from eve and morning

And yon twelve-winded sky

The stuff of life to knit me

Blew hither here am I

Now for a breath I tarry

Nor yet disperse apart

Take my hand quick and tell me

What have you in your heart

Speak now and I will answer

How shall I help you say

Ere to the winds twelve quarters

I take my endless way