LONG years–you say–you had a quest,
You sought a blossom fine and sweet
And perfect, that your soul might greet
To win and cherish as your best.
And once, and more than once, you seemed
To near it in your wandering,
Yet only grasped a common thing
That mocked you where you yearned and dreamed.
And as you told me of your grief,
And how you yielded up your hope,
There laughed through tears on heaven’s slope
A little wing
(Louisa Sarah Bevington)
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