LAn Trentiesme De Mon Eage

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?