Ralph Vaughan Williams — From far from eve and morning

From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I Now - for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart - Take my hand quick and tell me What have you in your heart Speak now, and I will answer; How shall I help you, say; Ere to the wind's twelve quarters I take my endless way