by AE Houseman

From far, from eve and morning
and yon twelve winded sky
The stuff of life to knit me
blew hither, here am I.

Now - for a breath I tarry,
nor yet disperse apart.
Take my hand quick and tell me
what have you in your heart.

Speak now and I will answer.
how shall I help you, say.
Ere to the winds twelve quarters,
I take my endless way.