Across the World I Speak to Thee

Across the world I speak to thee;
Where’er thou art (I know not where),
Send thou a messenger to me!

I here remain, who would be free,
To seek thee out through foul or fair,
Across the world I speak to thee.

Whether beneath the tropic tree,
The cooling night wind fans thy hair,—
Send thou a messenger to me!

Whether upon the rushing sea,
A foamy track thy keel doth wear,-
Across the world I speak to thee.

Whether in yonder star thou be,
A spirit loosed in purple air,—
Send thou a messenger to me!

Hath Heaven not left thee memory
Of what was well in mortal’s share?
Across the world I speak to thee;
Send thou a messenger to me!

Edith M. Thomas.