Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/De Profundis

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4553615Poems — De ProfundisChristina Georgina Rossetti

DE PROFUNDIS.
OH why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
  That hangs afloat.

I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
  Beyond my range.

I never watch the scattered fire
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
  And all in vain:

For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
  And catch at hope.