Here you will find the Poem The Soul Forsaken of poet Leon Gellert
Head-bowed I stood before the Gates of God, And pleaded starvingly; The Great Eye would not see; And cold with hopeless tears again I trod The dreaded vast. I felt the souls immortal moving past All singingly. Oh, pity me! Oh, pity me! Wandering eternally! I moved among Olympic ways amoan, And looked with searching eye Upon the mournful sky. I lay and wept before the crumbled throne Of Jove the dead. I heard the soundless twilight, and I fled With hopeless sign. Oh, pity me! Oh, pity me! Wandering eternally! I strayed from peak to peak; from star to star: And roamed in search of grace Amid the field of space; I craved at barren pagan shrines of far Antiquity: But mouths were mute, and eyes refused to see The asking face. Oh, pity me! Oh, pity me! Wandering eternally! I lay abreast above the chasm of Hell, And claimed my destiny Amid it demonry. In vain I shrieked for entrance at the well Of Sin. I heard the Sobs and Sorrows rushing in All moaningly. Oh, pity me! Oh, pity me! Wandering eternally.
