58 IVIND-HARP SONGS.

DESERT VOICES.

O DESERT voices, why tempt my soul?

For what have I of kin with thee ?

With deadly sun and the drifting sand,

The cactus-thorn and the blasted tree ?

Ye desert voices, why tempt ye me ?

For aye and ever I hear ye call :

& quot;O come, where the wastes are wild and wide,

And the wide, wild winds are over all ! & quot;

O desert voices ! O Great Sublime !

My soul is moved by thy weird appeal ;

Force unknowable, unmasked Life,

And the Seeds of All Things in thee I feel.

The heated sand and the pallid snow,

The sullen mountains, bare and tall,

The fierce and beautiful, bitter sea,

And the wild, wide winds that are breath of all.