The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems/Isolation

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

ISOLATION

Alone! yes, evermore alone—isolate each his way,
Though hand is echoing to hand vain sophistries of clay,
Within that veiléd, mystic place where bides the inmost soul,
No twain shall pass while tides shall wax, nor changing seasons roll.

Enisled, apart our pilgrimage, despite the arms that twine,
Despite the fusing kiss that wields the magic charm of wine,
Despite the interplay of sigh, the surge of sympathy,
We tread in solitude remote, the trail of destiny!