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ESTRANGED by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE

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First Line: NO ONE WAS WITH ME THERE
Last Line: WENT GRIEVED AWAY.
No one was with me there --
Happy I was -- alone;
Yet from the sunshine suddenly
A joy was gone.

A bird in an empty house
Sad echoes makes to ring,
Flitting from room to room
On restless wing:

Till from its shades he flies,
And leaves forlorn and dim
The narrow solitudes
So strange to him.

So, when with fickle heart
I joyed in the passing day,
A presence my mood estranged
Went grieved away.



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