From far, from eve and morning <br />And yon twelve-winded sky, <br />The stuff of life to knit me <br />Blew hither: here am I. <br /> <br />Now-- for a breath I tarry <br />Nor yet disperse apart-- <br />Take my hand quick and tell me, <br />What have you in your heart. <br /> <br />Speak now, and I will answer; <br />How shall I help you, say; <br />Ere to the wind's twelve quarters <br />I take my endless way.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-far-from-eve-and-morning/
