Poetry · Eclipse

Eclipse

Aflounder the uncompassed darkness of doubt

In search of the path to the goal

That lies at the end of our transient day,

The ultimate bourne of the soul;

I grasp into nothingness, feebly essay

To clasp but a willow, a stone,

And grope through the stepless, unechoing gloom

Unanswered, unsuccored, alone!