Out Of Bounds

by Walter de la Mare
Why covet what eye cannot see;
Or earthly longing know?
Decoyed by cheating fantasy —
This restless ranging to and fro?

Would wildlier sing dark's nightingale
Where Hera's golden apples grow?
Would lovelier be the swallow's flight
In wastes of wild auroral night,
Wondrous with falling snow?
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