Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Loneliness

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LONELINESS
Sometimes when I am long alone
I wonder what is loneliness—
This silence like a deep bell's tone—
These moments, motionless?

This hush above the nervous street?—
Removed as is the tree that stands,
Hill-high, with burrowing root-feet
And boughs like reaching hands.

As in my blood I feel life press,
Like sap into the frailest bough,
I think if such is loneliness
Then I am lonely now.

Contemporary VerseHazel Hall

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