I have been sitting alone
All day while the clouds went by,
While moved the strength of the seas,
While the wind with a will of his own,
A poet out of the sky,
Smote the green harp of the trees.
Alone, yet not alone,
For I felt as the gay wind whirled,
As the cloudy sky grew clear,
The touch of our Father half-known,
Who dwells at the heart of the world,
Yet who is always here.