XII
Songs For Myself. 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 swirling 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.