"When I'm alone" -- the words tripped off his tongue As though to be alone were nothing strange. "When I was young," he said, "when I was young -- ." I thought of age, and loneliness, and change. I thought how strange we grow when we're alone, And how unlike the selves that meet, and talk, And blow the candles out, and say good-night. Alone -- The word is life endured and known. It is the stillness where our spirits walk And all but inmost faith is overthrown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN WHITE FIELDS by JAMES STEPHENS THE LETTER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHARLES AVISON by ROBERT BROWNING THE WORST OF IT by ROBERT BROWNING |