OUTCAST

New Zealand Tablet, 12 September 1918, Page 30

OUTCAST

To-night my soul's aflood with turbulence; •< I long for some lone haven by the sea, Where, hidden from the world's obloquy, I might strike off these fetters binding me;...' There would I quell this yearning—this suspense, - And in some secret cave my grief outpour— Breathing new freedom from the foam-girt shore ; Remote from paths of men— evermore To dream into forgetfulness, and sleep, Lulled by the soothing music of the deep. Or I would dare some dim untrodden peak, And on a pinnacle of starry height, Rest, where the eagle wings his aery flight, And silence broods o'er the unhaunted night— There would I, in the mist-bound fastness, seek The fount from which the salve of solace flows; Wrapt in the still oblivion of the snows,Possess the peace that solitude bestows— And where the white path twines into the skies, Lay down my aching —and close my eyes. Christchurch. . "Cylas."