Soulless is all humanity to me <br />To-night. My keenest longing is to be <br />Alone, alone with God's grey earth that seems <br />Pulse of my pulse and consort of my dreams. <br /> <br />To-night my soul desires no fellowship, <br />Or fellow-being; crave I but to slip <br />Thro' space on space, till flesh no more can bind, <br />And I may quit for aye my fellow kind. <br /> <br />Let me but feel athwart my cheek the lash <br />Of whipping wind, but hear the torrent dash <br />Adown the mountain steep, 'twere more my choice <br />Than touch of human hand, than human voice. <br /> <br />Let me but wander on the shore night-stilled, <br />Drinking its darkness till my soul is filled; <br />The breathing of the salt sea on my hair, <br />My outstretched hands but grasping empty air. <br /> <br />Let me but feel the pulse of Nature's soul <br />Athrob on mine, let seas and thunders roll <br />O'er night and me; sands whirl; winds, waters beat; <br />For God's grey earth has no cheap counterfeit.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/penseroso/
