Monday, August 27, 2007
But Not For Me
Thomas Hardy, Let Me Enjoy
Let me enjoy the earth no less
Because the all-enacting Might
That fashioned forth its loveliness
Had other aims than my delight.
About my path there flits a Fair,
Who throws me not a word or sign;
I'll charm me with her ignoring air,
And laud the lips not meant for mine.
From manuscripts of moving song
Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown
I'll pour out raptures that belong
To others, as they were my own.
And some day hence, towards Paradise
And all its blestif such should be
I will lift glad, afar-off eyes
Though it contain no place for me.