Poems (Trask)/Unsought
UNSOUGHT.
I give thee all I have to give
From out my soul's unsounded deep;
I could not give thee more and live,
My life is all I keep.
From out my soul's unsounded deep;
I could not give thee more and live,
My life is all I keep.
No hopes, no doubts, no fears abide,
To warm or chill my young life's blood,—
The golden gates I throw them wide
And lavish forth the flood.
To warm or chill my young life's blood,—
The golden gates I throw them wide
And lavish forth the flood.
My nightly prayers are all for thee;
My thoughts and longings all are thine;
The blessings that were meant for me,
Lord, make them thine, not mine.
My thoughts and longings all are thine;
The blessings that were meant for me,
Lord, make them thine, not mine.
Flowers yield their fragrance, wood-birds sing,
Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea,
Day and the sun their pure light bring;
So bring I love to thee.
Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea,
Day and the sun their pure light bring;
So bring I love to thee.
The summer rain falls down to bless
The thirsty world it murmurs o'er;
And so in wordless happiness
I give, and ask no more.
The thirsty world it murmurs o'er;
And so in wordless happiness
I give, and ask no more.
I note full well thy heedless air,
From thy cold eyes I turn away;
I know I have no portion there;
But I can wait, and pray.
From thy cold eyes I turn away;
I know I have no portion there;
But I can wait, and pray.
Perhaps,—I make no idling sure,—
Perhaps in years long hence,
That other world, so bright and pure,
May make me recompense.
Perhaps in years long hence,
That other world, so bright and pure,
May make me recompense.