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.
Yearnings
Charles Sangster
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Poem topics: beauty, cloud, hope, joy, life, sky, smile, sun, world, long, finger, touch, goal, reach, strife, depart, heaven, soul, cold, spirit, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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