1. <br />I am one of the wind's stories, <br />I am a fancy of the rain,- <br />A memory of the high noon's glories, <br />The hint the sunset had of pain. <br /> <br />2. <br />They dreamed me as they dreamed all other; <br />Hawthorn and I, I and the grass, <br />With sister shade and phantom brother <br />Across their slumber glide and pass. <br /> <br />3. <br />Twilight is in my blood, my being <br />Mingles with trees and ferns and stones; <br />Thunder and stars my lips are freeing, <br />And there is sea-rack in my bones. <br /> <br />4. <br />Those that have dreamed me shall out-wake me, <br />But I go hence with flowers and weeds; <br />I am no more to those who make me <br />Than other drifting fruit and seeds. <br /> <br />5. <br />And though I love them -mourn to leave them- <br />Sea, earth and sunset, stars and streams, <br />My tears, my passing do not grieve them . . . <br />Other dreams have they, other dreams.<br /><br />Muriel Stuart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-and-his-makers/
