Ah, never in all my life <br />Have I ever fled away <br />From the loneliness that follows <br />My spirit night and day! <br /> <br />Though I fly to the dearest face, <br />It follows without rest— <br />To the kind heart of love, <br />And the belovèd breast. <br /> <br />Though I walk amid the crowd, <br />Still I walk apart; <br />Alone, alone I lie <br />Even at the loved one’s heart.<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-682/
