I wake
to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel
my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn
by going where I have to go.
We think
by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear
my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake
to sleep and take my waking slow,
Of those
close beside me, which are you?
God
bless the ground! I shall walk softly
there,
And
learn by going where I have to go.
Light
takes the Tree; but who can tell us
how?
The
lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to
sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great
Nature has another thing to do
To you
and me; so take the lively air,
And
lovely, learn by going where to go.
This
shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What
falls away is always. And is near.
I wake
to sleep and take my waking slow.
I learn
by going where I have to go.