It is a year dear one, since you afar <br />Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight <br />A wondrous year! perchance in many a star <br />You have sojourned, or basked within the light <br />Of mightier suns; it may be you have trod <br />The glittering pathways of the Pleiades, <br />And through the Milky Way's white mysteries <br />Have walked at will, fire-shod. <br /> <br />You may have gazed in the immortal eyes <br />Of prophets and of martyrs; talked with seers <br />Learned in all the lore of Paradise, <br />The infinite wisdom of eternal years; <br />To you the Sons of Morning may have sung, <br />The impassioned strophes of their matin hymn, <br />For you the choirs of the seraphim <br />Their harpings wild out-flung. <br /> <br />But still I think at eve you come to me <br />For old, delightsome speech of eye and lip, <br />Deeming our mutual converse thus to be <br />Fairer than archangelic comradeship; <br />Dearer our close communings fondly given <br />Than all the rainbow dreams a spirit knows, <br />Sweeter my gathered violets than the rose <br />Upon the hills of heaven. <br /> <br />Can any exquisite, unearthly morn, <br />Silverly breaking o'er a starry plain, <br />Give to your soul the poignant pleasure born <br />Of virgin moon and sunset's lustrous stain <br />When we together watch them ? Oh, apart <br />A hundred universes you may roam, <br />But still I knowI knowyour only home <br />Is here within my heart!<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-heart-hopes/
