Work
What though the heart be tired, The heart, that long aspired, And one high dream desired, Beyond attainment's scope; Beyond our grasp; above us; The dream we would have love us, That will know nothing of us, But merely bids us hope. Still it behooves us never From love and work to sever, To hold to one endeavor, And make our dream our care: For work, at dawn and even, Shapes for the soul a heaven, Wherein, as strong as seven, Can enter no Despair. Work, that blows high the fire Of hope and heart's desire, And sings and dreams of higher Things than the world's regard: Work, which to long endeavor, And patient love, that never Seems recompensed, forever Gives, in its way, reward.
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"What though the heart be tired,..."
This evocative piece by Madison Julius Cawein, titled "Work", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...