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Live Stream: Fleeing Away by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Written by Rachael Norris, 12th May 2020

On Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1pm you can  join us on Facebook live for your bi-weekly dose of literature read aloud. We'll be looking at poems and texts that inspire us, reading along together and offering the chance for people to share their thoughts and get involved in discussions. If you'd like your lunch time to involve some literature, sit back and enjoy.

Today we are reading Fleeing Away by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Join Lisa for today's live Shared Reading, 'Fleeing Away' by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; But ever and often, and more and more They are dragged down earthward by little things, By little troubles and little needs, As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.My purpose is not what it ought to be, Steady and fixed, like a star on high, But more like a fisherman's light at sea; Hither and thither it seems to fly--- Sometimes feeble, and sometimes bright, Then suddenly lost in the gloom of night.My life is far from my dream of life--- Calmly contented, serenely glad; But, vexed and worried by daily strife, It is always troubled, and ofttimes sad--- And the heights I had thought I should reach one day Grow dimmer and dimmer, and farther away.My heart finds never the longed-for rest; Its worldly striving, its greed for gold, Chilled and frightened the calm-eyed guest Who sometimes sought me in days of old; And ever fleeing away from me Is the higher self that I long to be.Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Posted by The Reader on Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Fleeing Away

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;
But ever and often, and more and more
They are dragged down earthward by little things,
By little troubles and little needs,
As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.

My purpose is not what it ought to be,
Steady and fixed, like a star on high,
But more like a fisherman's light at sea;
Hither and thither it seems to fly---
Sometimes feeble, and sometimes bright,
Then suddenly lost in the gloom of night.

My life is far from my dream of life---
Calmly contented, serenely glad;
But, vexed and worried by daily strife,
It is always troubled, and ofttimes sad---
And the heights I had thought I should reach one day
Grow dimmer and dimmer, and farther away.

My heart finds never the longed-for rest;
Its worldly striving, its greed for gold,
Chilled and frightened the calm-eyed guest
Who sometimes sought me in days of old;
And ever fleeing away from me
Is the higher self that I long to be.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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