FORESIGHT.
UUnbar,O heavy clouds, the gated West!That this most weary day, beholding soHer goal, may hasten her sad steps; I knowShe comes without fair gifts; upon her breastClose-clasped, the pale cold hands together pressedHold nothing;—then let some red sunset glowTempt her to seek the unknown world belowThe far horizon where she hopes for rest!At last the day, like some poor toil-worn slave,Passes, and leaves in sooth no gift for me;—Yet I, who thought my heart could be so braveTo bear what I had wisdom to foresee,Sob in despair, as this poor day that gaveMe nothing, sinks behind the western sea!
UUnbar,O heavy clouds, the gated West!That this most weary day, beholding soHer goal, may hasten her sad steps; I knowShe comes without fair gifts; upon her breastClose-clasped, the pale cold hands together pressedHold nothing;—then let some red sunset glowTempt her to seek the unknown world belowThe far horizon where she hopes for rest!At last the day, like some poor toil-worn slave,Passes, and leaves in sooth no gift for me;—Yet I, who thought my heart could be so braveTo bear what I had wisdom to foresee,Sob in despair, as this poor day that gaveMe nothing, sinks behind the western sea!
UUnbar,O heavy clouds, the gated West!That this most weary day, beholding soHer goal, may hasten her sad steps; I knowShe comes without fair gifts; upon her breastClose-clasped, the pale cold hands together pressedHold nothing;—then let some red sunset glowTempt her to seek the unknown world belowThe far horizon where she hopes for rest!
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Unbar,O heavy clouds, the gated West!
That this most weary day, beholding so
Her goal, may hasten her sad steps; I know
She comes without fair gifts; upon her breast
Close-clasped, the pale cold hands together pressed
Hold nothing;—then let some red sunset glow
Tempt her to seek the unknown world below
The far horizon where she hopes for rest!
At last the day, like some poor toil-worn slave,Passes, and leaves in sooth no gift for me;—Yet I, who thought my heart could be so braveTo bear what I had wisdom to foresee,Sob in despair, as this poor day that gaveMe nothing, sinks behind the western sea!
At last the day, like some poor toil-worn slave,
Passes, and leaves in sooth no gift for me;—
Yet I, who thought my heart could be so brave
To bear what I had wisdom to foresee,
Sob in despair, as this poor day that gave
Me nothing, sinks behind the western sea!