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[Am I not lonely? I must stand alone]
Am I not lonely? I must stand aloneUntil I die, unloved, misunderstood,
And this is right. I am not of the brood,
That round me smile with brows and hearts of stone,
For if I have been cruel I atone
By suffering tenfold, if I sin, I brood.
I cannot make another's pain my food
Nor sneer and trample. So I live unknown.
I cannot with the wicked be at peace,
For I hate evil, yet abhor them less
Than those who play with virtue and with truth.
And with the one or two, that without cease
Have lived with science, wisdom, gentleness,
I cannot rest, remembering my youth.
March 13th, 14th, 1886.
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