STANDING on tiptoe ever since my youth <br />Striving to grasp the future just above, <br />I hold at length the only future–Truth, <br />And Truth is Love. <br /> <br />I feel as one who being awhile confined <br />Sees drop to dust about him all his bars:– <br />The clay grows less, and, leaving it, the mind <br />Dwells with the stars.<br /><br />George Frederick Cameron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/standing-on-tiptoe/
