As It Is

If you and I
   Had wings to fly—
Great wings like seagulls’ wings—
   How would we soar
   Above the roar
Of loud unneeded things!

We two would rise
   Through changing skies
To blue unclouded space,
   And undismayed
   And unafraid
Meet the sun face to face.

But wings we know not;
   The feathers grow not
To carry us so high;
   And low in the gloom
   Of a little room
We weep and say good-bye.