You told me, dear, that you were oftimes lonely, It seemed you lacked the friends that others shared; The things that thrilled your heart to truest rapture The world would scoff at; no one really cared To know the beauty that your soul was seeing; You, lonely-hearted, had not learned to own The finest tribute that the crowd can give you Is sometimes leaving you a bit alone. For all the roads that lead to highest places Are little lonely trails, lit by a star Whose burning light the world has never noticed, Except perhaps a few who journey far Through mystic lands where others may not follow To place white candles at some distant throne— Even the Christ with countless worlds to choose from Was often forced to walk His way alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON H. SACRAMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT AN OCEAN GREYHOUND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |