I'd rather have the thought of you
To hold against my heart,
My spirit to be taught of you
With west winds blowing,
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
In spite of war, in spite of death,
In spite of all man's sufferings,
Something within me laughs and sings
And I must praise with all my breath.
When Nature wants to drill a man
And thrill a man,
And skill a man,
When Nature wants to mould a man
He is known to the sun-white Majesties
Who stand at the gates of dawn.
He is known to the cloud-borne company
Whose souls but late have gone.