PURE at heart we wander now: Comrade on the quest divine, Turn not from the stars your brow That your eyes may rest on mine. Pure at heart we wander now: We have hopes beyond to-day; And our quest does not allow Rest or dreams along the way. We are, in our distant hope, One with all the great and wise: Comrade, do not turn or grope For some lesser light that dies. We must rise or we must fall: Love can know no middle way: If the great life do not call, Then is sadness and decay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN THE UNKNOWN DEAD by LEVI BISHOP INTERNAL FIRESIDES by MATHILDE BLIND THE VISION by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CAELIA: SONNETS: 2 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) POVERTY AND POLITICS by ROBERT BURNS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: CHORUS (3) by THOMAS CAMPION |