At the Wind's Will

So far, so far have I come,
Blown by the Wind of Fate:
Whither? The Voice is dumb.—
The Silence dismays me, I wait.

The Sunshine mocks me at morn,
The Stars deride me at night;
Shag strength in my soul be born
To triumph over their slight?

Shall I live when their fires are out?
Shall I reach where they cannot go?
Ah, Fate, resolve me the doubt,—
Blow on, strong Wind! I will know.