Only this at last I say, Beauty that seemed so near is far. All men come to the end of day And see, @3beyond,@1 the evening star. Where I stand was once my goal; Now my goal is the dream I see Over the rim of the world; and so Goal and desire shall ever be. Shall I lament it? Only the dead Reach a goal that is a goal. Eyes were meant as wings for the mind; Distance is the breadth of the soul. |