10.08.2014, 13:27
SOMETIME— SOMEWHERE
SOMETIME, sometime — ah, let not hope abate
Her vestal flame — when past the cloudy night,
My soul shall stand revealed in clearer light,
Wilt thou not set ajar thy heart's closed gate?
No storm-tossed bird e'er sought its nested mate,
All spent and weary from its anxious flight,
More eagarly than I, through drouth and blight,
Toil towards love's shrine, withdrawn, inviolate.
Some guerdon somewhere surely there must be,
Some cool oasis in the desert sands,
Some peaceful haven past the homeless sea,
For the worn pilgrim from unsmiling lands ; —
O thou where Elim's palms and fountains be,
To thee I lift faint eyes and suppliant hands.
SOMETIME, sometime — ah, let not hope abate
Her vestal flame — when past the cloudy night,
My soul shall stand revealed in clearer light,
Wilt thou not set ajar thy heart's closed gate?
No storm-tossed bird e'er sought its nested mate,
All spent and weary from its anxious flight,
More eagarly than I, through drouth and blight,
Toil towards love's shrine, withdrawn, inviolate.
Some guerdon somewhere surely there must be,
Some cool oasis in the desert sands,
Some peaceful haven past the homeless sea,
For the worn pilgrim from unsmiling lands ; —
O thou where Elim's palms and fountains be,
To thee I lift faint eyes and suppliant hands.