Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/I Heard a Voice
I HEARD A VOICE
I HEARD a voice say: "You,
Who worship, should pursue:
The good you dream of—do.
"Arise!—perfection seek.
Surmounting what is weak,
Toil on from peak to peak!"
"Henceforth, through sun and shade,"
I answered, "unafraid,
I follow the shy maid:
"Yea, beauty to create,
Accept with heart elate
Whate'er may be my fate."
Then, in youth's ardor, strong,
I toiled my way along,
Upon my lips a song;
But as I climbed on high,
Toward the forbidding sky
Perfection seemed to fly;
And though I strove the more,
Still through some viewless door
She ever passed before.
Heart-wearied and forespent,
With body earthward bent,
I ceased from the ascent;
Then, when hope seemed too late,
Despairing,—at Death's gate
I heard a voice say: "Wait!"