Personality
Since others sing, let me forget, my Soul,
How dreary-long the road goes on in front,
And tow'rds how flat, inevitable an end.
Come, let me look for daisies, let me break
The gillyflowers that shelter in the walls—
But, ah! it is so sad to be alone!
For ever, irremediably alone.
Not only I or thou, but every soul.
Each cased and fastened with invisible walls.
Shall we go mad with it ? or bear a front
Of desperate courage doomed to fail and break?
Or trudge in sullen patience till the end?
Ah, hope of every heart, there is an end!
An end when each shall be no more alone,
But strong enough and bold enough to break
This prisoning self and find that larger Soul
(Neither of thee nor me) enthroned in front
Of Time, beyond the world's remotest walls!
I trust the end; I sing within my walls.
Sing all alone, to bid some listening soul
Wait till the day break, watch for me in front!
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