I'VE listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music, -- wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill to hill I've listened: my heart is hungry still. I've looked: the morning world was green; Bright roofs and towers of town I've seen; And stars, wheeling through wingless night. I've looked: and my soul yet longs for light. I've thought: but in my sense survives Only the impulse of those lives That were my making. Hear me say 'I've thought!' -- and darkness hides my day. |