ALONE... Bent, naked boughs are my thoughts, sleet blown; Alone... White, falling flakes hiding bare stone; Alone... Snow-covered graves, effaced, unknown; Lone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER ACROSS THE STREET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |