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