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.