Poems (Linn)/Beyond
For works with similar titles, see Beyond.
BEYOND.
ONLY a little farther I must go,Then sloping fields of flowers pure and whiteAnd mountain peaks bathed in eternal lightWill meet my eyes, grown weary with the showAnd mockery of life, its gloom and glow;Its race for fame, its feeble strife for right,[ts curling petals with the heart of blight,[ts summer glory changing into snow.And when these weary feet have touched the landWhose nearing border dimly I behold,Shall I there find life's fitful fair idealThat led me onward? Better understandThe meaning of the story life has told?Know that which is, from that which is unreal?