Passer-by, <br />To love is to find your own soul <br />Through the soul of the beloved one. <br />When the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul <br />Then you have lost your soul. <br />It is written: "I have a friend, <br />But my sorrow has no friend." <br />Hence my long years of solitude at the home of my father, <br />Trying to get myself back, <br />And to turn my sorrow into a supremer self. <br />But there was my father with his sorrows, <br />Sitting under the cedar tree, <br />A picture that sank into my heart at last <br />Bringing infinite repose. <br />Oh, ye souls who have made life <br />Fragrant and white as tube roses <br />From earth's dark soil, <br />Eternal peace!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-mcneely/
