Archive Record
Images
Metadata
Catalog Number |
2010.01.0009 |
Object Name |
Poem |
Title |
Untitled |
Scope & Content |
A short poem and a poem fragment written by Robert Burns Wilson. One side of the sheet has a poem or a stanza written on it. The other side has fragments of sentences or a poem. [Transcription] To-day, O lonely one, to-day My soul's life shall not seem so vain; The clouds bring close their muffling gray, And, like soft music, falls the rain But not the soft sweet rain, and not The solace which the clouds impart, Make my souls comfort - but the thought Of thee, which dwells within my heart; [On the back] From the gray clouds Departing I had hoped [page cut off] days I am [page cut off] of the heart and [page cut off] and of myself, [page cut off] of all - come of a stranger [page cut off] last night - a [page cut off] of being in a undisturbed sleep on a couch [page cut off] half waking [page cut off] time to time - and dimly [page cut off] of comforting hands touching my so that I sank to rest - waking at last - That you were sitting [page cut off]- and that you had [page cut off] there through the long [page cut off] - I sat [illegible] |
People |
Robert Burns Wilson |
Search Terms |
Poetry |