Man And His Makers.

1.         I am one of the wind's stories,         I am a fancy of the rain, -         A memory of the high noon's glories,         The hint the sunset had of pain.         2.         They dreamed me as they dreamed all other;         Hawthorn and I, I and the grass,         With sister shade and phantom brother         Across their slumber glide and pass.         3.         Twilight is in my blood, my being         Mingles with trees and ferns and stones;         Thunder and stars my lips are freeing,         And there is sea-rack in my bones.         4.         Those that have dreamed me shall out-wake me,         But I go hence with flowers and weeds;         I am no more to those who make me         Than other drifting fruit and seeds.         5.         And though I love them - mourn to leave them -         Sea, earth and sunset, stars and streams,         My tears, my passing do not grieve them...         Other dreams have they, other dreams.