Yearning
In thy dreams thou seest, burning,
Fabled flowers strange and still,
And the magic odours thrill
Through thy soul with bliss and yearning.
But a deep abyss and dreary
Yawns between you evermore,
And at last thy heart is sore,
For it bleeds and it is weary.
From beyond the depths that sunder,
How they beckon, how they lean!
Couldst thou bridge the gulf between,
Master Carpenter, I wonder?
Fabled flowers strange and still,
And the magic odours thrill
Through thy soul with bliss and yearning.
But a deep abyss and dreary
Yawns between you evermore,
And at last thy heart is sore,
For it bleeds and it is weary.
From beyond the depths that sunder,
How they beckon, how they lean!
Couldst thou bridge the gulf between,
Master Carpenter, I wonder?
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