The heart is still aching to seek
To ravel them one by one-
Such heaps of broken glass…
                                                  to sweep away.

I never noticed it from here before:
Life is too much like a pathless wood-
I doubted if I should ever come back...
                                       the best way out is always through.

I shall set forth for somewhere
I shall make the reckless choice-
Till we lose all measure of pace…
                                                   slow,
                                                                 slow!

A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God
I found God wasn’t there.
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain…
                                                   something more of the depths-and then I lost it.

Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
From what I’ve tasted of desire-
Nothing gold can stay…
                                                   and nothing happened: day was all but done.

And the thought of the heart’s desire
It keeps smouldering at the roots-
With the slow, smokeless burning of decay…
                                                   let me be the one.

Don’t carry it to someone else this time
So low for long, they never right themselves-
And not one but hung limp, not one was left…
                                                   but I have promises to keep.

I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over-
And so I dream of going back to be
                                                    and that has made all the difference.