The Lonely
Lone and forgotten
Through a long sleeping,
In the heart of age
A child woke weeping.
No invisible mother
Was nigh him there
Laughing and nodding
From earth and air.
No elfin comrades
Came at his call
And the earth and the air
Were blank as a wall.
The darkness thickened
Upon him creeping,
In the heart of age
A child lay weeping.
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