Reach out thy hands, thy spirit's hands to me <br />And pluck the Youth, the magic from my heart- <br />Magic of dreams whose sensibility <br />Is plumed like the light; visions that start. <br />Mad pressure in the blood: desire that thrills <br />The soul with mad delight; to yearning wed <br />All slothfulness of life: draw from its bed <br />The soul of dawn across the twilight hills. <br /> <br />Reach out thy hands, O spirit, till I feel <br />That I am fully thine: for I shall live <br />In the proud consciousness that thou dost give: <br />And if thy twilight fingers round me steal <br />And draw me unto death-thy votary <br />Am I, O Life, reach out thy hands to me!<br /><br />John William Streets<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-of-life-4/
