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A PEOPLED SOLITUDE, by            
First Line: They think I sit alone
Last Line: Ah, pray that the end be good!
Subject(s): Solitude; Loneliness


THEY think I sit alone,
But, at midnight bell,
Goblin and fairy, ghost and sprite,
Seem to beleaguer my cell,
And wink and grimace where the weary light
Is nodding. A babe might tell
If I see aright.

They think I sit alone
Day after day,
But angels perhaps pass to and fro
(Sweet angels, disdain not, I pray!),
Only the dying and new-born know—
Our eyes are obscured with clay;
But it may be so.

They think I sit alone
At peace and still;
But ever the Serpent and holy Rood
Strive in this hut on the hill,
Corruption and health in my mortal blood,
And darkness and light in my will—
Ah, pray that the end be good!





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