Alone
FAR-REACHING meadows girded by a wood;
And in the depth of this deep solitude
Hardly in ken, a single mower stood.
Whetting his scythe, no sound fell on my ear;
His was the only motion far or near;
Some gloomy bird I could not see, but hear.
What common interest could he have with me?
What with the mass of our humanity?
How isolated must his spirit be!
It gave me pain, and yet I scarce knew why,
To think that just he lives and he must die ,
Formed with the world his one familiar tie.
But men are held apart by no thick wall;
Lo! the same life-thread holds together all,
Though in the circle far apart they fall.
And in the depth of this deep solitude
Hardly in ken, a single mower stood.
Whetting his scythe, no sound fell on my ear;
His was the only motion far or near;
Some gloomy bird I could not see, but hear.
What common interest could he have with me?
What with the mass of our humanity?
How isolated must his spirit be!
It gave me pain, and yet I scarce knew why,
To think that just he lives and he must die ,
Formed with the world his one familiar tie.
But men are held apart by no thick wall;
Lo! the same life-thread holds together all,
Though in the circle far apart they fall.
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