Alone

I’ve listened: and all the sounds I heard  

Were music,—wind, and stream, and bird.  

With youth who sang from hill to hill  

I’ve listened: my heart is hungry still.  

I’ve looked: the morning world was green;

Bright roofs and towers of town I’ve seen;  

And stars, wheeling through wingless night.  

I’ve looked: and my soul yet longs for light.  

I’ve thought: but in my sense survives  

Only the impulse of those lives

That were my making. Hear me say  

‘I’ve thought!’—and darkness hides my day.