Emotion fills our souls,
And love delights us well,
And joy of sense full rolls;
But leads us, and controls
Life’s central citadel.
Whence we were drawn who knows?
Of law or Gods or chance?
But, as life’s river flows,
What Sea shall clasp and close
Beyond blind circumstance?
Such little power we own
Of vague experience,
And instinct to enthrone
The life’s mere needs alone,
Nor answer “why” and “ whence.
Nor wandering in the night
Our minds may apprehend
Reflecting in pure light
Of soul, what sound or sight
May lead us to some end.
We hear the dim sound roll
From distant mountains drawn,
We follow, but no soul
Guesses that silver goal,
The sunset or the dawn.
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