Page:Trails sunward (IA trailssunward00ricerich).pdf/26
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
6
THE TRAIL FROM THE SEA
And the face of love, the evening face of love, at a window waiting,
Shall ever a kindled Light on any long-unlifting shore,
Shall ever a Harbor Light like that light matter?
Shall ever a kindled Light on any long-unlifting shore,
Shall ever a Harbor Light like that light matter?
Ah no! so enough of the sea and the soul for a season.
Too long followed they leave life as a dream,
Reality as a mirage when port is made.
"Ever in sight of the human," is the helm-word of the wisest,
For earth is not earth to one upon the flood of infinity;
To the eye, then, it is but an atom-star, adrift, and oh,
No longer warm with the beating of countless hearts.
Too long followed they leave life as a dream,
Reality as a mirage when port is made.
"Ever in sight of the human," is the helm-word of the wisest,
For earth is not earth to one upon the flood of infinity;
To the eye, then, it is but an atom-star, adrift, and oh,
No longer warm with the beating of countless hearts.
No longer warm with the human throb—the simple breath of to-day,
With yester-hours or the near dreams of to-morrow.
With yester-hours or the near dreams of to-morrow.
6