night is yours

To a poet

You said I would go alone,
I would find my way
But you were the strongest person I had known.
You were the morning wind, and you were stone.
You said: I know that you will go your way.
Whatever horse you want to ride is yours,
And night is yours, and the evening gleams, and day.
I can tell you nothing you have not known.
I said: I go with you; I am your own.
But I went alone.

[Carl Sandburg, in Selected Poems]

for S. B.