isshti


I am alone, in spite of love,
     In spite of all I take and give --
In spite of all your tenderness,
     Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
     On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
     Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
     And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
     Who are not lonely, having died.
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