I am the sprite of the fountain, 
Sprung from the gloom am I, 
Out of the womb of the Mountain, 
Big with the kiss of the Sky! 
I am the Fugitive Glory, 
Singing the strong soul's story.. 
Twinkling, tinkling, glad to be 
Out of the prison of Earth set free; 
Dancing, mad with the cosmic tune, 
Laughing under the stars and moon --
Back to the Ocean soon!

Back to the Sky and back to the Sea --
Oh I was a prisoner long!
But the love of the Vast was strong in me, 
Straining the leash of song.
What of the hush and what of the chain?
Seek me soon in the rush of the rain.
The hope of the grass, the faith of the stream,
And ocean dreaming the infinite dream!
Kin of the wave and cloud am I,
And the world grows green as I pass by --
Back to the Sea and Sky!