Faciebat

Faciebat by Henry Abbey

As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood
     That gave them birth, so every deed we do,
Partakes of our inborn disquietude
     That spurns the old and reaches toward the new.
The noblest works of human art and pride
Show that their makers were not satisfied.

For, looking down the ladder of our deeds,
     The rounds seem slender. All past work appears
Unto the doer faulty. The heart bleeds,
     And pale Regret turns weltering in tears,
To think how poor our best has been, how vain,
Beside the excellence we would attain.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.