Far Seeing Places

I am in love with high, far-seeing places
That look on plains half-sunlight and half storm;
In love with hours when from circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship grows warm.
You who look on me with grave eyes, where rapture
And April love of living burn confessed, --
The Gods are good! The world lies free to capture!
Life has no walls. O take me to our your breast!
Take me, --be with me for a moment's span!--
I am in love with all unveiled faces.
I seek the wonder at the heart of man;
I would go up to the far-seeing places.
While youth is ours, turn toward me for a space
The marvel of your rapture-lighted face!

Arthur Davidson Ficke