An Epic of Women, and Other Poems by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy - HTML preview

LOST BLISSES.

THINK, O Heart, what sweet—had you waited

A moment, on such a day—

Had yet been to do or to say

That shall never be said now or done!

Think what beautiful worlds uncreated

The clouds then bore back to the sun;

What blisses were all frustrated;

What loves, that were almost begun!

Think, O Life,—had your stream but drifted

To this or that holier Past,

Or Future that must come at last—

Think, O sorrowful Life, and repent—

How the sorrowful days had been gifted

With solace and ravishment,

And year after year slowly lifted

To heavens of golden content!