It's Poetry Friday!

"Longing"

(c) A.L.S. Vossler

Longing, longing; ah, I long.

Intangible desire is my song.

Yearning, yearning; ah, I yearn.

Vague strivings fill a shapeless urn.

Though inspiration rend my side

Flood me with a drowning tide

of things I scarce can hope to bear

To fruit or ever hold or share

The ramblings without pointed goal

Ebbing from the vacant shoal

Sweep me into the morass

Of the ocean’s formless mass

Of dreams bent into tuneless song

Ah, my soul, I long, I long.

Have I solid hopes to learn?

Ah, my soul, I yearn, I yearn.