Classic Poem

One by one you follow
After the manner of sheep,
Follow the way that leads you
Into a place called sleep —
Drowsily, drowsily follow,
Men and women like sheep.

Oh, you who levelly follow,
Have you never climbed a height?
Does some one not remember
A weeping in the night?
Then for the glittering sake of it,
If ever you sorrowed or sinned —
For the sake of one who is listening,
Turn, and follow the wind!