The Ideal
"Not the treasures is it that have awakened in me so unspeakable a desire, but the Blue Flower is what I long to behold." — Novalis.
Something I may not win attracts me ever,—
Something elusive, yet supremely fair,
Thrills me with gladness, but contents me never,
Fills me with sadness, yet forbids despair.
It blossoms just beyond the paths I follow,
It shines beyond the farthest stars I see,
It echoes faint from ocean caverns hollow,
And from the land of dreams it beckons me.
It calls, and all my best, with joyful feeling,
Essays to reach it as I make reply;
I feel its sweetness o'er my spirit stealing,
Yet know ere I attain it I must die!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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