Day 2 - The Heart's Desire is Full of Sleep (Ruth Pitter)

I came across this poem a few months ago and it really spoke to me. I instantly loved it. It's got a beautiful rhythm to it. 

The Heart's Desire is Full of Sleep by Ruth Pitter


The heart's desire is full of sleep,
For men who have their will
Have gained a good they cannot keep,
And must go down the hill.


Not questioning the seas and skies,
Not questioning the years;
For life itself has closed their eyes,
And life has stopped their ears.


But some, true emperors of desire,
True heirs to all regret,
Strangers and pilgrims, still enquire
For what they never get;


For what they know is not on earth
They seek until they find;
The children hopeful in their mirth,
The old but part resigned.


And though they cannot see love's face
They tread his former track;
They know him by his empty place,
They know him by their lack.


I seek the company of such,
I wear that worn attire;
For I am one who has had much,
But not the heart's desire.

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