Unsolved
Amid
my
books
I
lived
the
hurrying
years,
Disdaining
kinship
with
my
fellow
man;
Alike
to
me
were
human
smiles
and
tears,
I
cared
not
whither
Earth's
great
life-stream
ran,
Till
as
I
knelt
before
my
mouldered
shrine,
God
made
me
look
into
a
woman's
eyes;
And
I,
who
thought
all
earthly
wisdom
mine,
Knew
in
a
moment
that
the
eternal
skies
Were
measured
but
in
inches,
to
the
quest
That
lay
before
me
in
that
mystic
gaze.
"Surely
I
have
been
errant:
it
is
best
That
I
should
tread,
with
men
their
human
ways."
God
took
the
teacher,
ere
the
task
was
learned,
And
to
my
lonely
books
again
I
turned.
