And I have come upon this
By lost ways, by a nod, by words,
By faces, by an old man's
At Morlaix lifted to the birds,
By hands upon the
At Aldebori's, by the
Child's hands that opened to the
And let the flutter of the moonlight in,
By hands, by voices, by the
Of Mrs.
Whitman on the stair,
By Margaret's "If we had the
To choose or not - "through her thick hair,
By voices, by the creak and
Of footsteps on the upper floor,
By silence waiting in the
Between the doorbell and the door,
By words, by voices, a lost way - ,
And here above the chimney
The unknown constellations sway -And by what way shall I go back?
