“Hope” is a thing which grieves —
And does not close its eyes —
But hides its home in aching hearts —
And sings its joy in sighs —

What need have they — on calmer seas —
For glimpses of the coast?
To know the desperate distance is
To know th’address of Hope.

Its far-off gaze does not neglect —
Our distance from the shore —
But lends us vision through our tears —
Til we should weep no more.

8.11.22