Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Sonnets. 6. Certain among Us Walk in Loneliness
Certain among us walk in loneliness Along the pale unprofitable days, Hazarding many an unanswered guess At what vague purpose wastes us on our ways. We know that we are potent to create, We say, I could be such or such or such, And lo, indifferent death swings back the gate And life has never put us to the touch. So women with the aching will to bear Still to the barren grave must barren go, And men that might again like Titans dare Angelic secrets, die and nothing know. Alas! why were we born to woe and bliss If life had no more need of us than this?
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