My wish is not small Nor yet too great for giving. It is not for satins and jewels, Not diamonds from Kimberley or rubies from India Or fire opals from Mexico; Not satins highly hued, not velvets Nor stiff brocades; Not laces made by northern peasant women, Nor embroideries from Oriental hands; No works of art from bygone ages, No canvas from a master's hand, No marble of a genius' inspiration, No bronze cast with painstaking care, No etching of a modern artist. My wish is for more than these. These can only be lost or worn out Or broken or torn or stolen or burned -- They remain things, possessions. What I want is part of Essential Being, No less. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DARK GIRL by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS THE EXILE'S SONG by ROBERT GILFILLAN ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT TIME'S REVENGE by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES |