It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree br out of blue sky the wind br sings loudest surrounding me. br br And solitude, a wild solitude br ’s reveald, fearfully, high I’d climb br into the shaking uncertainties, br br part out of longing, part daring my self, br part to see that br widening of the world, part br br to find my own, my secret br hiding sense and place, where from afar br all voices and scenes come back br br —the barking of a dog, autumnal burnings, br far calls, close calls— the boy I was br calls out to me br here the man where I am “Look! br br I’ve been where you br most fear to be.