Eclipse

Aflounder the uncompassed darkness of doubt
  In search of the path to the goal
That lies at the end of our transient day,
  The ultimate bourne of the soul;
I grasp into nothingness, feebly essay
  To clasp but a willow, a stone,
And grope through the stepless, unechoing gloom
  Unanswered, unsuccored, alone!