Alone

"Through long, long years, to seek, to strive, to yearn For human love,—and never quench that thirst; To pour the soul out winning no return— O'er fragile idols, by delusions nursed,— On things that fail us, reed by reed, to lean, To mourn the changed, the far-away, the dead, To send our troubled spirits through the unseen Intensely questioning for treasures fled.". Hemans.