It seems to me that I have lived alone— Alone, as one that liveth in a dream: As light on coldest marble, or the gleam Of moons eternal on a land of stone, The dawns have been to me. I have but known The silence of a frozen land extreme— A sole attending silence, all supreme As is the sea’s enormous monotone. Upon the icy desert of my days, No bright mirages are, but iron rays Of dawn relentless, and the bitter light Of all-revealing noon.**** Alone, I crave The friendly clasp of finite arms, to save My spirit from the ravening Infinite. |