Could Fate ordain a lot for me br Beyond all human ills, br I think that I would choose to be br A shephard of the hills; br With shaggy cloak and cape where skies br Eternally are blue br How I would stare with quiet eyes br At passing you! br br And you would stare at static me, br Beside my patient flock; br And I would watch you silently, br A one with time and rock. br Then foreign farings you would chart, br And fly with fearsome wings, br While I would bide to be a part br Of elemental things. br br Yet strangely I would have it so, br Since I am kin to these,-- br To heather heath and bloom ablow, br And peaks and piney trees. br As diamond star at evenfall, br And pearly morning mist br Sing in my veins, myself I call br An Elementalist. br br So as in city dirt and din br I push a grubby pen, br And toil, my bed and board to win, br I hate the haunts of men. br Beyond brick wall I seem to see br Fern dells and rocky rills . . .