METHOUGHT I STOOD ALONE.
Methought I stood alone upon Life's common,
While all around a desert seemed to me,
And not one star upon it shone, an omen
Of Love and Hope, a beacon-light to be.
Around, above me, whirled the scorching sand,
But no one stretched to me a friendly hand.
While all around a desert seemed to me,
And not one star upon it shone, an omen
Of Love and Hope, a beacon-light to be.
Around, above me, whirled the scorching sand,
But no one stretched to me a friendly hand.
Methought I stood alone, and bitter feeling
Buried the sunshine nesting in my heart,
And hidden thoughts that knew of no revealing,
In other's mirth that would not bear a part;
So cold, so heartless, all appeared around,
That even their laughter had a mocking sound.
Buried the sunshine nesting in my heart,
And hidden thoughts that knew of no revealing,
In other's mirth that would not bear a part;
So cold, so heartless, all appeared around,
That even their laughter had a mocking sound.
A mocking sound, a heartless, and a hollow,
Mocking as Hope, and hollow as the lay
She gayly sings, which we essay to follow,
But feel it pass to nothingness away.
To nothing, or, our last light taking from us,
With "Hope to-morrow!"—what an empty promise!
Mocking as Hope, and hollow as the lay
She gayly sings, which we essay to follow,
But feel it pass to nothingness away.
To nothing, or, our last light taking from us,
With "Hope to-morrow!"—what an empty promise!
