De Profundis 

Oh why is heaven built so far, 
      Oh why is earth set so remote? 
I cannot reach the nearest star 
      That hangs afloat. 

I would not care to reach the moon, 
      One round monotonous of change; 
Yet even she repeats her tune 
      Beyond my range. 

I never watch the scattered fire 
      Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train, 
But all my heart is one desire, 
      And all in vain: 

For I am bound with fleshly bands, 
      Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; 
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, 
      And catch at hope. 




 
 

*The Poets*

~A Broken Song~
~Emily Dickinson~
~Ivan Leonard Wright~
~Lord Byron~
~Pablo Neruda~
~Alfred Lord Tennyson~
~Leonard Cohen~
~Oriah, Mountain Dreamer~
 
 
 

 
*Never Seek To Tell Thy Love*

 
Never seek to tell thy love, 
Love that never told can be; 
For the gentle wind does move 
Silently, invisibly. 
 
I told my love, I told my love, 
I told her all my heart; 
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, 
Ah! she did depart! 
 
Soon as she was gone from me, 
A traveler came by, 
 Silently, invisibly 
 He took her with a *sigh*. 


 




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