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...SPRING ON BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE GREEN ROADS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS PHILLIS INAMOROTA by LANCELOT ANDREWES THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |