As It Is / Edith Nesbit

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.