I, whose totem was a tree
In the days when earth was new;
Joyous leafy ancestry
Known of twilight and of dew,
Now within this iron wall
Slave of tasks that irk the soul,
To my parents send one call -
That they give me of their dole.
Thro' the roar of alien sound
Grimy noise of work-a-day,
Secretly a voice, half drowned,
Whispers thro' the evening's grey,
"Child, we know the path you tread,
Ghost and manes, we are true;
Cedar spirits, long since dead,
Calm and sweet abide with you."
Deep as the permanent earth is deep.
Fierce as its central fire,
Man is his own conclusion,
Woman her great desire.