But a part

All beauty of the earth resounds
In songs both wild and free
But learn we must: though it abounds,
Its bounty’s not for me
The trees do whistle, bend, and creak
The birds cry loud and high
And though to hear them we may seek
They’re not for you and I

The earth is its own
And we but a part

Lost

I sometimes think that I am lost
In folds of time and space
And wond’ring whether I have crossed
Again some friendly face

I find myself gazing toward
The spaces I’ve forgot
The places where my soul has soared
Before this time, this lot

If I remembered them I could
Learn all their lessons wise
Those mem’ries floating like driftwood
Beneath uncharted skies