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 miss
The 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.
The semblance of reality like this;
Through periods of time should always miss
The 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.