Lines For Music (I)

Loud wind, strong wind, where art thou blowing?
  Into the air, the viewless air,
  To be lost there,
  There am I blowing.
  Clear wave, swift wave, where art thou flowing?
  Unto the sea, the boundless sea,
  To be whelmed there,
  There am I flowing.
  Young life, swift life, where art thou going?
  Down to the grave, the loathsome grave,
  To moulder there,
  There am I going.