Once again, I'm sailing alone at dusk,
No companion to help rig the mast;
So much pain accrued in my solitude,
The lonely hour approaches fast
Gathering clouds conceal the moon's bright glow,
Now I know all too well what this means,
The dark shadows fall, then I hear the call.....
The Court of Loneliness convenes
I see the stars lighting the firmament,
Yet, where I dwell, all is bleak and dour;
With my heartstrings torn, and my life forlorn,
No beacon lights my lonely hour
Was ever a chain of woe forged so strong.....
How did loneliness acquire such power?
The clock chimes, but how strange - time does not change,
Once again, it's the lonely hour
I'm lost in a forest of broken dreams,
Searching for Love's enchanted bower,
Then, in the distance, with dark persistence,
A bell tolls the lonely hour
Is there no escape, no place I can hide!
Why do bells toll from every tower?
How can I forget what comes at sunset....
The torment of the lonely hour!
Lora such beauty in these tearful words. That horrible hour that has not only one chime a day but a continuous toll. Wonderful
Moonlight should inspire romance, and yet for some at sunset.... The torment of the lonely hour! This is one of the loneliest poems I've ever read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my, this is epic! although sad tis anti-septic Love it! A+