Why does it matter to you whether Heaven or God Are wraiths or realities? We—we can never be told. Why do you sigh so, and stare like a stricken thing Out of the boundaries of earth, as if earth were a wilderness trod, The sky and the sod Thrilling no joy to you save through His presence? The old Beat of the ardent wing, Way of the warm to the cold? Yet, am I cold? Is not rather the coldness with you, Dim groper in cloud, discontent with the fulness of earth? What but phrase do you draw in your net from the ocean of dreams? Be you content with sure glories, with moonlight and sunlight and dew, With golden and blue! Yet, in deep passionate hours on the hills—by the sea— Nigh to the gates of birth,— Sometimes, oh, sometimes it seems—! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG GOD'S ACRE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |