I come from the boundless realms of air
That men call the sky,
And was born, where planets great and fair
Roll in thunder by.

The low, sad wail of a million prayers,
The murmur of tears,
I have carried far through golden airs,
And a host of years.

I have kissed the breath from countless flowers,
And the fragrance borne
Where weary souls, through the silent hours
Watched for slow-paced morn.

I have seen great ships in storm-vexed sea
Swiftly sink from sight.
And their crew's last death-cry swept with me
Through the shades of night.

Where the sunlight glides the mountain, crowned
With unmelting snow,
Where shadows of ages lie, safe bound,
In the vales below;

Through tropic glory and northern gloom,
In the night and day,
Over bridal blossoms, and grassy tomb,
There my footsteps stray.

Where the reaper plies his fruitful task,
Amid bending wheat,
And where strong-limbed, sleepy tigers bask
In the noonday heat;

Where war's battle carnage strews the ground
With the spoils of death,
And where sweet, low words of love abound,
You will feel my breath.

Men pray for me, where the desert's sweep
Like a brown sea lies,
And fear my songs, when I roam the deep,
Under wild storm-skies.

From the days when chaos ruled the world,
I have roamed through space;
I will be, when spheres are rent and hurled
From their star-bright space.