Poems (Linn)/Dissatisfied

by Edith Willis Linn

DISSATISFIED.

O sad, while the song-bird sweetly Proclaims the morning's light.So sad, while the baby voices Babble a gay good night.

So sad for the ideal vanished, So sad for the far-off years;So sad for the faint fulfillment, So sad for the causeless tears.

So sad for a lack of longing, Although the great ideal,Which has led me ever onward, Is still beyond the real.