Thoughts In Winter.

Winds have told me where to go
I must follow stars at night
To the lands that bring delight—
For the winds have told me so.
I shall leave grey days behind,
Turn my face to sunny seas,
Spicy whispers on the breeze,
Peace of heart, and peace of mind.
I shall live with simple things,
Sun and stars, and wind and moon,
Though I'm weary, I shall soon
Find the comfort nature brings.
Not for me the common round,
Life will have a warmer glow,
Days will come and days will go,
I shall always be unbound.
Yet some day the time will come
When a wind will call again,
I shall think of soft grey rain,
Yearn for all the sights of home.
Then I'll follow stars once more,
Leave the lazy golden land,
Leave the surf and moonlit sand
For another distant shore.
For the country near my heart—
Homeland hills and friendly towns,
Quiet tints, and greys and browns;
Nevermore will I depart.
Though the longing comes again,
I shall have a treasure store—
Memories to close the door,
Siren songs will call in vain.

—Marion Matheson.

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