 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
Restless in doubt, the human mind hath sought
Knowledge in every hour of time, through tears,
Want, anguish, madness, solitude and death.
Like the lost bird from its sole refuge sent
Forth o'er the drown'd world, hovering o'er the verge
Of the eternal ocean, from whose depths
Earth's ghastly spectres rise to mock at hope,
The spirit follows through forbidden paths
The meteor of its own vain thought, till Death
Shrouds, palls and sepulchres the throbbing dust.
Knowledge in every hour of time, through tears,
Want, anguish, madness, solitude and death.
Like the lost bird from its sole refuge sent
Forth o'er the drown'd world, hovering o'er the verge
Of the eternal ocean, from whose depths
Earth's ghastly spectres rise to mock at hope,
The spirit follows through forbidden paths
The meteor of its own vain thought, till Death
Shrouds, palls and sepulchres the throbbing dust.
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |