Poems From the Port Hills/Past the Pine Bough
PAST THE PINE BOUGH
At night the sea-wind sings
Thro’ the pine-bough.
Up, Spirit! wave thy wings!
To the stars, thou!
Clay by the fire-side
Let the clog, Body, bide—
But thou, beyond all walls,
Past the pine-bough,
Past night, and stars, and sea,
Breath of Infinity!
Sing thou, and wander thou,
Free!