The Golden Shoes

The winds are lashing on the sea;
    The roads are blind with storm.
And it's far and far away with me;
    So bide you there, stay warm.
It's forth I must, and forth to-day;
    And I have no path to choose.
The highway hill, it is my way still.--
    Give me my golden shoes.

God gave them me on that first day
    I knew that I was young.
And I looked far forth, from west to north;
    And I heard the Songs unsung.

This cloak is worn too threadbare thin,
    But ah, how weatherwise!
This girdle serves to bind it in;
    What heed of wondering eyes?--
And yet beside, I wear one pride
    --Too bright, think you, to use?--
That I must wear, and still keep fair.--
    Give here my golden shoes.

God gave them me, on that first day
    I heard the Stars all chime.
And I looked forth far, from road to star;
    And I knew it was far to climb.

They would buy me house and hearth, no doubt,
    And the mirth to spend and share;
Could I sell that gift, and go without,
    Or wear--what neighbors wear.
But take my staff, my purse, my scrip;
    For I have one thing to choose.
For you,--Godspeed! May you soothe your need.
    For me, my golden shoes!

He gave them me, that far, first day
    When I heard all Songs unsung.
And I looked far forth, from west to north.
    God saw that I was young!