Not yet with distant seas of blue
Doth merge the fountains of my heart!
In wayside wells,
Where Love upswells,
I duty find in quiet vales apart;
And keeping to my purpose true,
Flow on.
And yet, shall Love e'er know a sea
That distant is? with broader sky
Than this of mine?
Can thought define
Else than the here and now? Shall ever eye
Behold where duty may not be?
Flow on.
