The spry arms of the wind

The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone -
I should not care to stop,
My Process is not long
The Wind could wait without the Gate
Or stroll the Town among.

To ascertain the House
[And] if [the] soul's withinAnd is the Soul at Home
And hold the Wick of mine to it
To light, and then return -