
I wandered there,
Where no men go,
'Neath tired tree
And sleepy bough.
But company
Found me at last,
In unseen wood,
On untrod path.
You followed me…
Or, had you been
Waiting there,
'Fore I began?
My name I heard
You singing, calling,
And all was pierced
By endless longing.
What touch in wind,
And warmth in sun;
This world to you
'Er calls me on.
