Page:Parerga.djvu/104

This page has been validated.
94
THE LONGING OF MY SOUL FOR THEE.
In breathless worship laying low
 My heart before thy shrine
Let me love on;—though well I know
 Thou never canst be mine.
In silent rapture thus we trace
 The stars that roll above,
Beyond Humanity's embrace,
 But not beyond its love.

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.