Edward Booth Loughran

(13 December 1850 - 20 October 1928 / Glasgow / Scotland)

Isolation - Poem by Edward Booth Loughran

Man lives alone; star-like, each soul
   In its own orbit circles ever;
Myriads may by or round it roll --
   The ways may meet, but mingle never.

Self-pois'd, each soul its course pursues
   In light or dark, companionless:
Drop into drop may blend the dews --
   The spirit's law is loneliness.

If seemingly two souls unite,
   'Tis but as joins yon silent mere
The stream that through it, flashing bright,
   Carries its waters swift and clear.

The fringes of the rushing tide
   May on the lake's calm bosom sleep --
Its hidden spirit doth abide
   Apart, still bearing toward the deep.

O Love, to me more dear than life!
   O Friend, more faithful than a brother!
How many a bitter inward strife
   Our souls have never told each other!

We journey side by side for years,
   We dream our lives, our hopes are one --
And with some chance-said word appears
   The spanless gulf, so long unknown!

For candour's want yet neither blame;
   Even to ourselves but half-confessed,
Glows in each heart some silent flame,
   Blooms some hope-violet of the breast.

And temptings dark, and struggles deep
   There are, each soul alone must bear,
Through midnight hours unblest with sleep,
   Through burning noontides of despair.

And kindly is the ordinance sent
   By which each spirit dwells apart --
Could Love or Friendship live, if rent
   The "Bluebeard chambers of the heart"?


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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