A Joy From Little Things

To press a joy from little things: —
From feet that fall in time,
From daylong silent fashionings
Of some heart-hidden rhyme;

From shapes of leaves and clouds and snow,
From other’s brighter eyes,
From thinking “I am dull, I know,
But some are glad and wise,” —

From love remembered, though too dim
For laughter or for tears,
One fragile flame, so pale and slim,
To gleam on grayer years; —

That is one way of Joy, I know,
Yet I desire, desire,
To go the way a god might go
Through Love and Life and Fire!