I AM too much in love with loneliness. To-night, with secret joy I shut my door, -- (This is a shameful thing that I confess,) But I desired no footstep on my floor, No friend to share my hearth-fire, and the still Warm hours, before the midnight chime swings clear, And the small owlet hoots across the hill, And I join hands with Sleep, cool-fingered, dear. I had no need of talk or song; no need Of love. Love would have hurt and frightened me. The wind went by; I heard the lilac-seed Dry-tipped, beat on the window stubbornly. And I sat glad and silent and complete. I had no need in all the world. My heart Purred like the great gray cat. It seemed so sweet To shut the door, on Life, -- and sit apart. Life! this is shameful! Call me out before I die of loving loneliness too well. Send hordes of beggars battering my door, To keep me clear of happiness, and hell. Send me great love to hurt me. Send me fear And anger, God's fierce messengers, -- for I Am swooning, swooning, in my fire-light here. Life! stab me! make me fight before I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER GARDEN DAYS: 6. AUTUMN FIRES by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES THE GROANS OF THE TANKARD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |