Spinnlied

Good health to all, good pleasure, good speed,
a favoring breeze — but not too high —
For the outbound spin! Who rides may read
The open secret of earth and sky.

For life is quickened and pulses bound,
Morbid questionings sink and die,
As the wheel slips over the gliddery ground,
And the young day wakes a crimson sky.

Oh, the merry comradeship of the road,
With trees that nod as we pass them by,
With hurrying bird and lurking toad,
Or vagabond cloud in the noonday sky!

Oh, the wholesome smell of the good brown earth
When showers have fallen for suns to dry!
Oh, the westward run to the mystic birth
Of a silver moon in a golden sky!

Good health to all, good pleasure, good speed,
A favoring breeze — but not too high —
For the homeward spin! Who rides may read
The open secret of earth and sky.

Unknown (For Gretchen on the Wheel)