Old fathers, great-grandfathers, <br />Rise as kindred should. <br />If ever lover's loneliness <br />Came where you stood, <br />Pray that Heaven protect us <br />That protect your blood. <br /> <br />The mountain throws a shadow, <br />Thin is the moon's horn; <br />What did we remember <br />Under the ragged thorn? <br />Dread has followed longing, <br />And our hearts are torn.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-loneliness/
