As we reach for our tomorrows,
days of yesterday and sorrow,
out of space and out of time
without reason, without rhyme,
visions, images sublime,
all the mystery and magic,
all the happy things and tragic.
Doorways!
Things of long ago
where the heart still may go,
the things I wish and things I know
and things begun that still may grow,
of the heart and of the mind,
all the friends I left behind,
all I seek and all I find!
Doorways!
I think of Tennyson's Ulysses:
"I am a part of all that I have met.
Yet all experience is an arch where-thro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move."