Poems (Stuart)/Man and his Makers
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 brotherAcross their slumber glide and pass.
3.
Twilight is in my blood, my beingMingles 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 meThan 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.