LONGING.
NNothigh above us with the pitiless stars,Nor deep below us in the soundless sea,Nor far away to east or westward, lieThe little things we long for.Here they are;Close to our hands, the eager, restless handsThat fain would grasp them; and no fetters bindThe wistful fingers; no relentless fateTells us we must not; we are wholly freeTo take them if we choose.And yet—and yet—We dare not! lest the soul should wake some day,Years hence, perhaps, to sense of other needs.God save us ever from those sudden moodsWhen all life narrows to a single point,And when the poor heart seizes its desire.Only to wake to deeper restlessness.But after all, what matter? would it beHarder to wake years hence to sense of thirstThan to stand thirsty now? for sunny wineSparkles before us, and a precious pearl,Eager to lose its life upon our lips,Waits but our instant grasping to dissolveIts costly beauty in the nectar.Nay!We have no right to the white lovely pearl.God give us strength not to stretch out our hands!See! they are slipping slowly from our reach—Fading into the darkness—They are gone—The little things we longed for!
NNothigh above us with the pitiless stars,Nor deep below us in the soundless sea,Nor far away to east or westward, lieThe little things we long for.Here they are;Close to our hands, the eager, restless handsThat fain would grasp them; and no fetters bindThe wistful fingers; no relentless fateTells us we must not; we are wholly freeTo take them if we choose.And yet—and yet—We dare not! lest the soul should wake some day,Years hence, perhaps, to sense of other needs.God save us ever from those sudden moodsWhen all life narrows to a single point,And when the poor heart seizes its desire.Only to wake to deeper restlessness.But after all, what matter? would it beHarder to wake years hence to sense of thirstThan to stand thirsty now? for sunny wineSparkles before us, and a precious pearl,Eager to lose its life upon our lips,Waits but our instant grasping to dissolveIts costly beauty in the nectar.Nay!We have no right to the white lovely pearl.God give us strength not to stretch out our hands!See! they are slipping slowly from our reach—Fading into the darkness—They are gone—The little things we longed for!
NNothigh above us with the pitiless stars,Nor deep below us in the soundless sea,Nor far away to east or westward, lieThe little things we long for.Here they are;Close to our hands, the eager, restless handsThat fain would grasp them; and no fetters bindThe wistful fingers; no relentless fateTells us we must not; we are wholly freeTo take them if we choose.And yet—and yet—We dare not! lest the soul should wake some day,Years hence, perhaps, to sense of other needs.God save us ever from those sudden moodsWhen all life narrows to a single point,And when the poor heart seizes its desire.Only to wake to deeper restlessness.But after all, what matter? would it beHarder to wake years hence to sense of thirstThan to stand thirsty now? for sunny wineSparkles before us, and a precious pearl,Eager to lose its life upon our lips,Waits but our instant grasping to dissolveIts costly beauty in the nectar.Nay!We have no right to the white lovely pearl.God give us strength not to stretch out our hands!See! they are slipping slowly from our reach—Fading into the darkness—They are gone—The little things we longed for!
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Nothigh above us with the pitiless stars,
Nor deep below us in the soundless sea,
Nor far away to east or westward, lie
The little things we long for.
Here they are;
Close to our hands, the eager, restless hands
That fain would grasp them; and no fetters bind
The wistful fingers; no relentless fate
Tells us we must not; we are wholly free
To take them if we choose.
And yet—and yet—
We dare not! lest the soul should wake some day,
Years hence, perhaps, to sense of other needs.
God save us ever from those sudden moods
When all life narrows to a single point,
And when the poor heart seizes its desire.
Only to wake to deeper restlessness.
But after all, what matter? would it be
Harder to wake years hence to sense of thirst
Than to stand thirsty now? for sunny wine
Sparkles before us, and a precious pearl,
Eager to lose its life upon our lips,
Waits but our instant grasping to dissolve
Its costly beauty in the nectar.
Nay!
We have no right to the white lovely pearl.
God give us strength not to stretch out our hands!
See! they are slipping slowly from our reach—
Fading into the darkness—
They are gone—
The little things we longed for!