A Gale am I : I soar above the star,
Again my wings with earthly mire are stained :
Alike I captain hosts of peace and war,
I cast tomorrow what today I gained.
I am the ardent lover and the cold,
And none in the world can hate as I,
And like the brown hare, timid, yet o’re bold,
When high adventure sounds her thrilling cry.
I am the restlessness that never sleeps,
And the dream haunted sleeper of dead years :
I am the child’s fresh joy that sudden leaps,
Yet all the Earth is wet with my tears.
The World I ever wake to fresh amaze.
My messages in sacrifice I trace ;
Mine are the splendid, unexpected ways ;
I am a phantom of the gods lost race.
I am the patient builder – yet again
For the sake of one marred stone the whole I raze ;
Truth seeker, for perfection ever fain –
I am discord in Earth’s mundane ways.
The champion I of every broken cause,
Not all Earth’s garnered fame my soul can sate
And when the throng shouts loud in my applause,
I tryst with some old dream at God’s gate.
- Mave Cavanagh MacDowell
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