It can never be mine

It never can be mine

To sit in the door in the sun

And watch the world go by,

A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love,

And fashioned for desire,

Beauty, passion, and joy,

And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth

Eternally must go,

Daring the perilous bourn

Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,

A shadow on the hill,

A hint of odorous grass,

A murmur of the sea.