Alone
Sara Teasdale
1884 to 1933
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I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
To keep me from the peace of those
Above me, endless space unfurled;
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all your tenderness,
And only my own spirit's pride
In spite of all I take and give—
With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
Who are not lonely, having died.
About me only swirling snow,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.