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.