The Soul's Quest and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott

 

ISOLATION

A SONG AT SUNSET.

 
THERE’S a lonely spot in the soul of man,
    More lone than the moonless sea;
And a gulf, that never a bridge can span,
    ’Tween him and all that be;
And the lips we kiss, and the eyes we love,
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    And the glory of golden hair,
Melt like the stars in the mist above,
    And shed no sunlight there.

There’s a weary voice in the soul of man
    That cries for the great “to be,”
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Like the moan of the worlds when time began,
    Or the wail of the wind by the sea;
And only the fall of the faded leaf
    And the sigh of the night in the trees,
Can utter the spirit’s lonely grief
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    And the sorrow that no one sees.

1882.