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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Alone

By John Hall Wheelock

AH, never in all my life

Have I ever fled away

From the loneliness that follows

My spirit night and day!

Though I fly to the dearest face,

It follows without rest—

To the kind heart of love,

And the belovèd breast.

Though I walk amid the crowd,

Still I walk apart;

Alone, alone I lie

Even at the loved one’s heart.