Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Longing

by Sara Teasdale

For works with similar titles, see Longing.

 

LONGING

I am not sorry for my soul
⁠That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
⁠Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
⁠But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
⁠Without the joy it longed to know.