The Distant Song

Perhaps you heard a distant song That mortals cannot sing; Perhaps it made your heartbeat long For such a pretty thing. Perhaps you saw beyond your eyes What dirt and clay can’t form; Perhaps you know what beauty lies Beyond the mortal storm. Why then, pursue it, as you must, One cannot let it go; But gold is not akin to rust, We can but little know. And, O, what cost to know in trace What is from mortals fenced! The treasure stored in Heaven’s place, One cannot loan against.