I
The old say softly, yes.
The old say softly, no.
The young exclaim, O
And weep and rebel so.
And spend themselves until
At last they are the old
And face the dark and cold
Saying both yes and no.
II
Singing in the wilderness
Alone. Long
And quietly Alone.
But such days end.
Morning is over and the morning song.
I am ready for noon. I join the throng
Of noon. Who is my friend?
Strangers, may I come in?
III
“It looks on tempests and is never shaken.”
A tempest shakes the world and in this tempest
Love lives; love strives; and works without stint for peace.
Not fearing peace; and with the whole world striving
Beyond this storm for a peace made real already,
Not fearing tempests, so do lovers live.
IV
The glitter of the wind is our promise.
The wind walks
Bringing change. We walk
Bringing good news.
Millions of little flowers will carpet the earth.
Wind walks. Whistles blow
Holiday.
(See the daisy, see the dandelion, see the buttercup,
See, spatter of petal, the spangle, the sprint,
The sprigs, tassels, twirls,
The hug-the-ground stars; The dizzy-dally-daisy,
The dimple-dapple-daisy,
Up and down the hills.)
Come walk with the wind, little children.
The wind walks
Bringing change.
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