A poet of one mood in all my lays, br Ranging all life to sing one only love, br Like a west wind across the world I move, br Sweeping my harp of floods mine own wild ways. br The countries change, but not the west-wind days br Which are my songs. My soft skies shine above, br And on all seas the colours of a dove, br And on all fields a flash of silver greys. br I made the whole world answer to my art br And sweet monotonous meanings. In your ears br I change not ever, bearing, for my part, br One thought that is the treasure of my years- br A small cloud full of rain upon my heart br And in mine arms, clasped, like a child in tears.