Sophisticated Longing

From the seashore, deep in the sea,
Sophisticated longings,
To throw away and never be
The part of my belongings.
The sunset's calling every night
At the horizon's glory --
Is telling me,"That's not all right!"
How could I say such a story?
If to thy order disobey,
A distant desperation
To another vault of Heaven, pray
To find angelic station
Of music and orchestral drum,
And what could I discover?
From other galaxy to come
That hopeless still my lover!
Thy sphere again is teaching high,
The art to purport feeling.
A longing lives and I shall die,
How deep could be thy meaning?

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