"Climb" by Winifred Welles
WINIFRED WELLES
The HESITANT HEART
NEW YORK: B. W. HUEBSCH, PUBLISHER
"Climb"
My shoes fall on the house-top that is so far beneath me,
I have hung my hat forever on the sharp church spire,
Now what shall seem the hill but a moment of surmounting,
The height but a place to dream of something higher!
Wings? Oh not for me, I need no other pinions
Than the beating of my heart within my breast;
Wings are for the dreamer with a bird-like longing,
Whose dreams come home at eventide to nest.
The timid folk beseech me, the wise ones warn me,
They say that I shall never grow to stand so high ;
But I climb among the hills of cloud and follow vanished
lightning,
I shall stand knee-deep in thunder with my head against
the sky.
Tiptoe, at last, upon a pinnacle of sunset,
I shall greet the death-like evening with laughter from
afar,
Nor tremble in the darkness nor shun the windy midnight,
For by the evening I shall be a star.
Climb (excerpt)
"...The timid folk beseech me, the wise ones warn me,
They say that I shall never grow to stand so high ;
But I climb among the hills of cloud and follow vanished
lightning,
I shall stand knee-deep in thunder with my head against
the sky...."
-Winifred Welles
*****Oh, how I shall miss you, Glitch!!******