Solitary Musings. Poem by Susan Evance

O THERE are moments when the soul
All desolate and friendless grown,
Seems parted from the mighty whole;
A melancholy thing- alone!

How strange- how sad- yet how sublime
The thoughts which then absorb the mind! -
Throughout the realms of earth and time
No rest its vast desires can find.

It mounts- it soars above the skies-
It soars beyond the starry spheres;
Onward through space unknown it flies, -
Nor stops till Deity appears.

Snatch'd, from itself- in wonder still,
Absorb'd, entranc'd- in vain it finds
All that can charm, delight, and fill
The wishes of immortal minds.

'Tis gone- the heavenly dream is gone;
The spirit feels its earthly chains;
Bright was the vision- but alone
Its recollection now remains.

Transient is ev'ry feeling here;
The most sublime is soonest o'er, -
When will that glorious time appear
When changes shall be known no more?