Was there another Spring than this?
  I half remember, through the haze
  Of glimmering nights and golden days,
    A broken-pinioned birdling’s note,
    An angry sky, a sea-wrecked boat,
  A wandering through rain-beaten ways!
Lean closer, love—I...

Poet: Helen Hay

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:

there is another sky

ever serene and fair,

and there is another sunshine,

tho' it be darkness there -

never mind faded forests, Austin,

never mind silent fields -
here is a little forest...

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