Here you will find the Poem Man and his Makers of poet Muriel Stuart
1. I am one of the wind's stories, I am a fancy of the rain,- A memory of the high noon's glories, The hint the sunset had of pain. 2. They dreamed me as they dreamed all other; Hawthorn and I, I and the grass, With sister shade and phantom brother Across their slumber glide and pass. 3. Twilight is in my blood, my being Mingles with trees and ferns and stones; Thunder and stars my lips are freeing, And there is sea-rack in my bones. 4. Those that have dreamed me shall out-wake me, But I go hence with flowers and weeds; I am no more to those who make me Than other drifting fruit and seeds. 5. And though I love them -mourn to leave them- Sea, earth and sunset, stars and streams, My tears, my passing do not grieve them . . . Other dreams have they, other dreams.
