LIKE winds or waters were her ways: <br />The flowing tides, the airy streams, <br />Are troubled not by any dreams; <br />They know the circle of their days. <br /> <br /> <br />Like winds or waters were her ways: <br />They heed not immemorial cries; <br />They move to their high destinies <br />Beyond the little voice that prays. <br /> <br /> <br />She passed into her secret goal, <br />And left behind a soul that trod <br />In darkness, knowing not of God, <br />But craving for its sister soul.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destiny-233/
