I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close to me, which are you?
God bless the ground! I shall walk softly there,
and learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
to you and me; so take the lively air,
and lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
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I know notyhing about this poet. just this poem. it was a gift from a friend
does anyone know???