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...IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR |