7 SEPTEMBER 1889, Page 15
POETRY.
DUALITY.
"I sleep, but my heart awaketh."
Mr soul's companion has a keener sense,
More truly marks, more clearly registers, The thing I see, the thought that in me stirs ; She will inform me, when I journey hence, What means my life's turmoil,—experience Strangely the same, yet not the same, as hers.
For still my slumbering consciousness defers , Its answer to the questions "why" and " whence."
Indweller ! though so distant seems the goal, Not uncompanioned shall my pilgrim-soul
Its via dolorosa still pursue ;
Self-questioning, when I my life review, From fragments seeking to forecast the whole, I find myself in colloquy with you.