The Golden Darkness/All the While

​ALL THE WHILE.
Many have been within my dwelling-place,
 And I have merry-made in sun and rain,
But all the while I saw, like a strange face,
 Loneliness prowling round my window-pane.

I have laughed loudly, sung, spoken with guile,
 Danced and rioted and longed for more,
But underneath, insistent all the while,
 I heard the silence knocking on my door.

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