Poems (Trask)/Unsought

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UNSOUGHT.
I give thee all I have to give  From out my soul's unsounded deep; I could not give thee more and live,  My life is all I keep.
No hopes, no doubts, no fears abide,  To warm or chill my young life's blood,—The golden gates I throw them wide  And lavish forth the flood.
My nightly prayers are all for thee;  My thoughts and longings all are thine; The blessings that were meant for me,  Lord, make them thine, not mine.
Flowers yield their fragrance, wood-birds sing,  Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea, Day and the sun their pure light bring;  So bring I love to thee.
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The summer rain falls down to bless  The thirsty world it murmurs o'er; And so in wordless happiness  I give, and ask no more.
I note full well thy heedless air,  From thy cold eyes I turn away; I know I have no portion there;  But I can wait, and pray.
Perhaps,—I make no idling sure,— Perhaps in years long hence, That other world, so bright and pure,  May make me recompense.

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