Songs of the Soul/Part 2/At the Roots of Eternity
AT THE ROOTS OF ETERNITY
With sailing clouds and plunging breeze,
With swaying trees and youthful, stormy seas,
With whirling planets I wildly play
In some absorbing way
But not alway ;—
At close of day
I lay
My eager hands at the roots of Eternity
To seize and own its nectar free.
With swaying trees and youthful, stormy seas,
With whirling planets I wildly play
In some absorbing way
But not alway ;—
At close of day
I lay
My eager hands at the roots of Eternity
To seize and own its nectar free.