Poems (Jackson)/Opportunity (duplicate)
For works with similar titles, see Opportunity.
OPPORTUNITY.
DO not know if, climbing some steep hill,Through fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought,Or whether in some mid-day I was caughtTo upper air, where visions of God's willIn pictures to our quickened sense fulfilHis word. But this I saw.His word. But this I saw.A path I soughtThrough wall of rock. No human fingers wroughtThe golden gates which opened sudden, still,And wide. My fear was hushed by my delight.Surpassing fair the lands; my path lay plain;Alas, so spell-bound, feasting on the sight,I paused, that I but reached the threshold bright,When, swinging swift, the golden gates againWere rocky wall, by which I wept in vain.