THE WINDS
The wind is coming to me,
Coming to me with coolness,
Coming to me with fullness,
Breathing upon me——
The Spirit Wind.
Fanned onward by wings cloud-feathered,
Soft with white snow, gray with misty rain,
Fragrant and freshening, come the winds——
The Spirit Winds.
They breathe upon my body,
They lave me in their coolness,
With their fullness they obliterate me....
Death, too, is a Spirit;
Death, too, is a Wind.