I am alone, in spite of love, <br />In spite of all I take and give— <br />In spite of all your tenderness, <br />Sometimes I am not glad to live. <br /> <br />I am alone, as though I stood <br />On the highest peak of the tired gray world, <br />About me only swirling snow, <br />Above me, endless space unfurled; <br /> <br />With earth hidden and heaven hidden, <br />And only my own spirit's pride <br />To keep me from the peace of those <br />Who are not lonely, having died.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-3/
