And you would stare at static me,
         Beside my patient flock;
And I would watch you silently,
         A one with time and rock.
Then foreign farings you would chart,
         And fly with fearsome wings,
While I would bide to be a part
         Of elemental things.

Yet strangely I would have it so,
         Since I am kin to these,--
To heather heath and bloom ablow,
         And peaks and piney trees.
As diamond star at evenfall,
         And pearly morning mist
Sing in my veins, myself I call
         An Elementalist.