Sunday, September 10, 2017

Estranged - Poem by Walter De La Mare


                     -     By Walter De La Mare

No one was with me there - 
Happy I was - alone;
Yet from the sunshine suddenly
A joy was gone.

A bird in an empty house
Sad echoes makes to ring,
Flitting from room to room
On restless wing:

Till from its shades he flies,
And leaves forlorn and dim
The narrow solitudes
So strange to him.

So, When with fickle heart
I joyed in the passing day,
A presence my mood estranged
Went grieved away.

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