Alone

    I am alone, in spite of love, In spite of all I take and give —— In spite of all your tenderness, Sometimes I am not glad to live.

    I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world, About me only swirling¹ snow, Above me, endless space unfurled；

    With earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's pride To keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died.