وب لاگ گروه زبان ایران - آمریکا

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

     I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

      I learn by going where I have to go.

      We think by feeling, what is there to know

      I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

      I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

      Of those so close beside me, which are you

      God bless the ground! I shall walk slowly there.

      And learn by going where I have to go.

   Light takes the tree; but who can tell us how

      The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair:

      I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

     Great nature has another thing to do

      To you and me; so take the lively air,

      And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

    This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.

      What falls away is always. And is near.

      I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

      I learn by going where I have to go.