Poems (Linn)/Beyond
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For works with similar titles, see Beyond.
BEYOND.
ONLY a little farther I must go,
Then sloping fields of flowers pure and white
And mountain peaks bathed in eternal light
Will meet my eyes, grown weary with the show
And 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 land
Whose nearing border dimly I behold,
Shall I there find life's fitful fair ideal
That led me onward? Better understand
The meaning of the story life has told?
Know that which is, from that which is unreal?
Then sloping fields of flowers pure and white
And mountain peaks bathed in eternal light
Will meet my eyes, grown weary with the show
And 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 land
Whose nearing border dimly I behold,
Shall I there find life's fitful fair ideal
That led me onward? Better understand
The meaning of the story life has told?
Know that which is, from that which is unreal?