Aspiration

I do not think with my two arms to touch the sky,
   I do not dream to do almighty things;
So small a singing bird may never soar so high,
   To beat the sapphire fire with baffled wings.

I do not think with my two arms to touch the sky,
   I do not dream by any chance to share
With deathless Gods the bliss of Paphos they deny
   To men behind the azure veil of air.