Could Fate ordain a lot for me <br /> Beyond all human ills, <br />I think that I would choose to be <br /> A shephard of the hills; <br />With shaggy cloak and cape where skies <br /> Eternally are blue <br />How I would stare with quiet eyes <br /> At passing you! <br /> <br />And you would stare at static me, <br /> Beside my patient flock; <br />And I would watch you silently, <br /> A one with time and rock. <br />Then foreign farings you would chart, <br /> And fly with fearsome wings, <br />While I would bide to be a part <br /> Of elemental things. <br /> <br />Yet strangely I would have it so, <br /> Since I am kin to these,-- <br />To heather heath and bloom ablow, <br /> And peaks and piney trees. <br />As diamond star at evenfall, <br /> And pearly morning mist <br />Sing in my veins, myself I call <br /> An Elementalist. <br /> <br />So as in city dirt and din <br /> I push a grubby pen, <br />And toil, my bed and board to win, <br /> I hate the haunts of men. <br />Beyond brick wall I seem to see <br /> Fern dells and rocky rills . . . <br />O crazy dream! O God, to be <br /> A shephard of the hills!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elementalist/
