Ah, he who seeketh solitude Is all too soon alone; Men live and love, but he must brood Upon his pain and moan. Leave agony with me! When I at last shall be Quite lonely grown-- I shall not be alone. A lover steals upon his way To hark if his love be alone. Thus pain steals o'er me night and day When I am lonely grown; And thus creeps agony. When I at last shall be Within my grave unknown: Then I'll be left alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT |