Poems with Fables in Prose By Frederic Herbert Trench |
 | 1. |
| I. |
|
| I. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
|
| I. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. |
| 7. |
| 8. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| II. |
| II. |
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. |
| 7. |
| 8. |
| 9. |
| 10. |
| 11. |
| 12. |
| 13. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
Far off, may be, the Heart's Eyes
shall Behold You
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| III. |
 | Poems with Fables in Prose |  |
79
Far off, may be, the Heart's Eyes shall Behold You
Far off, may be, the heart's eyes shall behold you.
A year ago it would have groan'd unseen,
“O could I once attain to you and hold you
The world might perish then!”
A year ago it would have groan'd unseen,
“O could I once attain to you and hold you
The world might perish then!”
But now I cry to you (as ghost to ghost),
“All the world's harvest is not crush'd to this:
‘That you love not.’ Apart! Each to his post!
No sob—no sigh—no kiss!”
“All the world's harvest is not crush'd to this:
‘That you love not.’ Apart! Each to his post!
No sob—no sigh—no kiss!”
I would not be your master; nor with chiding
Embitter our deep music as it fades.
In the throng'd forest one can hear no griding
Save when tree, tree invades.
Embitter our deep music as it fades.
In the throng'd forest one can hear no griding
Save when tree, tree invades.
The error old, that error infinite
Even at this hour shall not be made by me!
I will not take my passion for my right.
Be free, be free, be free!
Even at this hour shall not be made by me!
I will not take my passion for my right.
Be free, be free, be free!
| Poems with Fables in Prose | |