John Hall Wheelock - Alone

Ah, never in all my life
Have I ever fled away
From the loneliness that follows
My spirit night and day!

Though I fly to the dearest face,
It follows without rest—
To the kind heart of love,
And the belovèd breast.

Though I walk amid the crowd,
Still I walk apart;
Alone, alone I lie
Even at the loved one’s heart.

John Hall Wheelock

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