The Cry
There's a voice in my heart that cries and cries for tears. It is not a voice, but a pain of many fears. It is not a pain, but the rune of far-off spheres. It may be a dmon of pent and high emprise, That looks on my soul till my soul hides and cries, Loath to rebuke my soul and bid it arise. It may be myself as I was in another life, Fashioned to lead where strife gives way to strife, Pinioned here in failure by knife thrown after knife. The child turns o'er in the womb; and perhaps the soul Nurtures a dream too strong for the soul's control, When the dream hath eyes, and senses its destined goal. Deep in darkness the bulb under mould and clod Feels the sun in the sky and pushes above the sod; Perhaps this cry in my heart is nothing but God!
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"There's a voice in my heart that cries and cries for tears...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Edgar Lee Masters delivers a powerful performance in "The Cry"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...