Love of Life

Reach out thy hands, thy spirit's hands to me
And pluck the Youth, the magic from my heart—
Magic of dreams whose sensibility
Is plumed like the light ; visions that start
Mad pressure in the blood : desire that thrills
The soul with mad delight ; to yearning wed
All slothfulness of life : draw from its bed
The soul of dawn across the twilight hills.

Reach out thy hands, O spirit, till I feel
That I am fully thine : for I shall live
In the proud consciousness that thou dost give:
And if thy twilight fingers round me steal
And draw me unto death—thy votary
Am I, O Life, reach out thy hands to me !