Poems (Sill)/Solitude
LL alone—alone,Calm, as on a kingly throne,Take thy place in the crowded land,Self-centred in free self-command.Let thy manhood leave behindThe narrow ways of the lesser mind:What to thee are its little cares,The feeble love or the spite it bears?Let the noisy crowd go by:In thy lonely watch on high,Far from the chattering tongues of men,Sitting above their call or ken,Free from links of manner and formThou shalt learn of the wingèd storm—God shall speak to thee out of the sky.
SOLITUDE.
LL alone—alone,Calm, as on a kingly throne,Take thy place in the crowded land,Self-centred in free self-command.Let thy manhood leave behindThe narrow ways of the lesser mind:What to thee are its little cares,The feeble love or the spite it bears?Let the noisy crowd go by:In thy lonely watch on high,Far from the chattering tongues of men,Sitting above their call or ken,Free from links of manner and formThou shalt learn of the wingèd storm—God shall speak to thee out of the sky.