Thursday, April 23, 2015

Thursday Verse: "The Unattained" - Elizabeth Oakes-Smith


And is this life? and are we born for this?
     To follow phantoms that elude the grasp.
     Or whatsoe'er secured, within our clasp,
     To withering lie, as if each earth'y kiss
     Were doomed Death's shuddering touch alone to meet.
O Life? hast thou reserved no cup of bliss?
     Must still the UNATTAINED beguile our feet?
The UNATTAINED with yearnings fill the breast,
That rob, for ay, the spirit of its rest?
     Yes, this is Life; and everywhere we meet,
     Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat;
Yet faint thou not, thou dost apply a test
     That shall incite thee onward, upward still,
     The present can not sate nor e'er thy spirit fill.

- Elizabeth Oakes-Smith                                                   


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