The Way of the Wind
A Century of Roundels
The wind's way in the deep sky's hollowNone may measure, as none can sayHow the heart in her shows the swallowThe wind's way.
Hope nor fear can avail to stayWaves that whiten on wrecks that wallow,Times and seasons that wane and slay.
Life and love, till the strong night swallowThought and hope and the red last ray,Swim the waters of years that followThe wind's way.