Self Awakening

No touch or strain is heard

Of those high notes of song

Quivering in night's lament,

In an age gone wrong.

Comes there no voice befriending

Stars whose patient reign

Have lost in dim obscurity

Of clouds their high domain?

Faint footfalls come on earth-dust

As one who scatters seeds

To winds of fairness beckoning

Days of sunlit deeds.

Recall forgotten journeys

And threads of former lives,

Awake to stellar memories

The Self that now arrives.