Isolation.
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And longed to see. Too thorny was the road
For little feet. She could not take them there;
But oft to friends she spoke of her desire,
And one would say, "I go part way with thee";
And one, "Thou goest far: it is not meet
For any": and yet another, "Seek not
What lies beyond that dizzy height at all."
But most said, "Safer is the olden road:
Return, ere it is yet too late for thee."
But once her longing mastered all her fears,
And on she sped beyond the thorny steep,
And up the heights she pressed, with bleeding feet,
To see no limit to the vast beyond,
Life, death, and mystery of being yet
All unrevealed! Night cometh on apace.
For little feet. She could not take them there;
But oft to friends she spoke of her desire,
And one would say, "I go part way with thee";
And one, "Thou goest far: it is not meet
For any": and yet another, "Seek not
What lies beyond that dizzy height at all."
But most said, "Safer is the olden road:
Return, ere it is yet too late for thee."
But once her longing mastered all her fears,
And on she sped beyond the thorny steep,
And up the heights she pressed, with bleeding feet,
To see no limit to the vast beyond,
Life, death, and mystery of being yet
All unrevealed! Night cometh on apace.
