Beyond the Day

BEYOND the common daylight gleam
High brightnesses, and where they beam
The soul will be. A strange noon star
Allures. We take our way afar.
Voices familiar to the ear
Now speak in vain, — it does not hear;
There ’s sweeter calling from afar,
Where blissful burns the mystic star.
Erelong returned, we may not say
What land we found beyond the day;
What voice did call we may not tell;
But land and voice, — we know them well.
And some new flower we back may bring,
Some new pure melody may sing,
Which men seeing and hearing say,
“ Truly his soul has been away.”
John Vance Cheney.