Soon you’ll be through snows and clouds,
Through the eternal wakefulness of the rocks,
And the wind will be cold,
And the miles will be white,
And the miles will be black,
Will come in view and out of sight.
Soon you’ll be through sun and sands,
Through the eternal dream of the wilderness,
And the wind will be warm,
And the miles will be brown,
And the miles will be yellow,
Will spin in view, round and round
Soon you’ll be through trees and trees,
Through the eternal life of the trees,
And the wind will be cool,
And the miles will be green,
And the miles will be blue,
Will greet your eyes, scene after scene.
And the miles will be short,
And the miles will be long,
And the miles will be up,
And the miles will be down,
And some will come in thought,
And some will go in song.
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