Fierce hunger reigns within my breast, I had not dreamt that this whole world, Crushed in the hand of God, could yield Such bitter essence of unrest, Such pain as Sorrow now hath hurled Out of its dreadful heart, unsealed!

Each sobbing breath is but a cry, My heart-strokes knells of agony, And my whole brain has but one thought That nevermore through life shall I (Save in the ache of memory) Touch hands with thee, who now art naught!

Through the whole void of night I search, So dumbly crying out to thee; But thou are not; and night’s vast throne Becomes an all stupendous church With star-bells knelling unto me Who in all space am most alone!

An hungered, to the shore I creep, Perchance some comfort waits on me From the old Sea’s eternal heart; But lo! from all the solemn deep, Far voices out of mystery Seem questioning why we are apart!

“Where’er I go I am alone Who once, through thee, had all the world. My breast is one whole raging pain For that which was, and now is flown Into the Blank where life is hurled Where all is not, nor is again!”