 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“NOT HERE”
I
Not here, but somewhere, so men say,More bright the day,
And the blue sky
More nigh;
Somewhere, afar, the bird of dawn sings sweeter;
Somewhere completer
The round of hopes and heart-beats that make life
More than a bootless strife.
II
But, ah! there be that knowWhere joy alone doth grow.
Led by one true star,
The journey is not far.
'T is in a garden in no distant land,
High-walled on every hand;
And the key thereof
Is love.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |