The Broken Wing/The Pearl

The Pearl

How long shall it suffice
  Merely to hoard in thine unequalled rays
The bright sequestered colours of the sun,
O pearl above all price,
  And beautiful beyond all need of praise,
World-coveted but yet possessed of none,
Content in thy proud self-dominion?

Shall not some ultimate
  And unknown hour deliver thee, and attest
Life’s urgent and inviolable claim
To bind and consecrate
  Thy glory on some pure and bridal breast,
Or set thee to enhance with flawless flame
A new-born nation’s coronal of fame?

Or wilt thou self-denied
  Forego such sweet and sacramental ties
As weld Love’s delicate bonds of ecstasy,
And in a barren pride
  Of cold, unfruitful freedom that belies
The inmost secret of fine liberty
Return unblest into the primal sea?