Poems (Cromwell)/Aspiration
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ASPIRATION
Though my frail soul should never touch again The semblance of reality like this; Through periods of time should always missThe imprint of true life; nor find the plain, Familiar mould of being; still not vain Are those desires that frame undying bliss. The sky is not a vanishing abyss To me, but steadfast beauty, sheathing pain. I live in confidence. As planets turn About the sun, continually I yearn To God. His interpenetrating fire Is all I need. Though heaven prove mockery, My life ascends by dint of sheer desire, Imbued with hopes of immortality.