Poem by Edward Rowland Sill

To the Unknown Soul

O SOUL, that somewhere art my very kin,
From dusk and silence unto thee I call!
I know not where thou dwellest: if within
A palace or a hut; if great or small
Thy state and store of fortune; if thou 'rt sad
This moment, or most glad;
The lordliest monarch or the lowest thrall.

But well I know --- since thou 'rt my counterpart ---
Thou bear'st a clouded spirit; full of doubt
And old misgiving, heaviness of heart
And lonliness of mind; long wearied out
With climbing stairs that lead to nothing sure,
With chasing lights that lure,
In the thick murk that wraps us all about.

As across many instruments a flute
Breathes low, and only thrills its selfsame tone,
That wakes in music while the rest are mute,
So send thy voice to me! Then I alone
Shall hear and answer; and we two will fare
Together, and each bear
Twin burdens, lighter now than either one.

1. Hermione
2. Tempted
3. Reproof of Love
4. Fertility
5. A Paradox

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