THERE ARE WITHIN US LIVES WE NEVER LIVE
by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)
are within us lives we never live
- By sense or soul, for being does not know
- To tell their depth or breast their flow
- Or to taste the sweetness that they give.
- And now in distance, now in voices still,
- In pity or in harmony, in sleep,
- We lead unconscious lives, old, deep,
- Upon the far slope of an unknown hill.
- Is it not here that life walks wreathed at last?
- Many a soul meets many a soul with this:
- That muted lips and wistful eyes are passed
- In silence; yet a sign there is
- Burning in air, though but a shadow fall
- Or some pale sunbeam steal along the wall.
POEMS BY ZONA GALE
"There Are Within Us Lives
We Never Live" is reprinted from The Secret Way.
Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co., 1921.