II
Out of the Morning
Will there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countriesOf which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!Oh, some wise man from the skies!Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the place called morning lies!