Alchemy
OUT of the songs of frailest birds,
Out of the winds that veer,
My soul has winnowed deathless words
Of faith and hope and cheer!
Out of the winds that veer,
My soul has winnowed deathless words
Of faith and hope and cheer!
Out of the passing stars of night,
And waning suns of day,
My soul has woven robes of light
4 That shall not fade away!
And waning suns of day,
My soul has woven robes of light
4 That shall not fade away!
Out of the lowering clouds above,
And out of storm and stress,
My soul has gathered dews of love,
And golden happiness!
And out of storm and stress,
My soul has gathered dews of love,
And golden happiness!
Out of its travail like the sea,
Out of the breath of dust,
My soul has shaped Infinity,
And made itself august!
Out of the breath of dust,
My soul has shaped Infinity,
And made itself august!