De Profundis
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
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That hangs afloat.
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I would not care to reach the moon,
I never watch the scatter'd fire
But all my heart is one desire,
Yet even she repeats her tune
Oh why is heaven built so far,
Beyond my range.
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
One round monotonous of change;
And all in vain: