Thy Kite

     Hold strong the cord, Eternal Sprite!
     I play with Thee the hide-and-seek
     Through milky roads, Thy sky-drunk kite
     In love with sweet earth, though black and bleak.

     Deep in Thy palm I chase Thee, Lord.
    With blows of wind in glorious flight
    I glide on tempest's leaden cord
    And press against the sun my face so bright.

    And when Thy caprice pulls my ray
    And calls to fly in earth's dark night,
    Prey of Thy breath in Thee I sway
    From bliss of doom to bliss of light.