The Loneliness One dare not sound —

And would as soon surmise

As in its Grave go plumbing

To ascertain the size —


The Loneliness whose worst alarm

Is lest itself should see —

And perish from before...

Poet:

There is another Loneliness

That many die without —

Not want of friend occasions it

Or circumstances of Lot


But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought

And whoso it befall

Is richer than could be...

Poet: