Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/Young girl wandering among the hill tops
TO FENTRESS
Young girl wandering among the hill tops,
Wherefore do you chant divinely?
Why do you move yourself in rhythm?
Is it because you are a part of something,
A part of something to which you must come finally?
Your eyes have a look of further seeing,
But your words flow lightly.
It is when you chant—then only—that you sound divine.
Wherefore do you chant divinely?
Why do you move yourself in rhythm?
Is it because you are a part of something,
A part of something to which you must come finally?
Your eyes have a look of further seeing,
But your words flow lightly.
It is when you chant—then only—that you sound divine.
Young girl rhythmically wandering among the hill tops,
Why is it thus you chant divinely?
Why is it thus you chant divinely?