There are more songs in the far corners
of my soul
Than I shall ever be able to sing.
I shall go away long before they are
And they will wait for another life, for
To give them birth; another life and many
And love, to make them open their eyes to
It will take many lives to express all
I hear singing to themselves day and night.
From On a Grey Thread (Will Ransom, 1923) by Elsa Gidlow. This poem is in the public domain.