| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | “The soul goes forth and finds no resting place” | | By Bayard Taylor (1825–1878) |
| | | THE SOUL goes forth and finds no resting place | |
| On the wide breast of Life’s unquiet sea | |
| But in the heart of Man. The blazonry | |
| Of Wealth and Power fades out, and leaves no trace; | |
| Renown’s fresh laurels for a while may grace | 5 |
| The brow that wears them, but the dazzling tree | |
| Has canker in its heart; Philosophy | |
| Is not Content, and Art’s immortal face | |
| Is trenched with weary furrows: but the heart | |
| Hoards in its cells the satisfying dew | 10 |
| Which all our thirst is powerless to exhaust. | |
| Let Life’s uncertain dignities depart, | |
| And if one single manly heart be true, | |
| My own, contented, counts them cheaply lost. | | | | |
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