Yearnings

________________________________________________
Title:     Yearnings
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

I long for diviner regions,--
The spirit would reach its goal;
Though, this world hath surpassing beauty,
It warreth against the soul.

There's a cloud in the eastern heaven;
Beyond it, a cold gray sky;
But I know that the sun's rare radiance
Will brighten it by and by.

In the fane of my soul is glowing
The joy of a hope to come,
That will touch with its Memnon finger
The lips that are cold and dumb:

Till illumed by the smile of heaven,
And blest with a purer life,
Will the gloom that o'ershades my spirit
Depart like a vanquished strife.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Yearnings

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN