Had I wist,when life was like a warm wind playing Light and loud through sundawn and the dew's bright trust,How the time should come for hearts to sigh in saying 'Had I wist'-
Surely not the roses,laughing as they kissed,Not the lovelier laugh of seas in sunshine swaying,Should have lured my soul to look thereon and list.
Now the wind is like a soul cast out and praying Vainly,prayers that pierce not ears when hearts resist:
Now mine own soul sighs,adrift as wind and straying,'Had I wist.'
