Three Hundred Sonnets | ||
16
ALONE.
Unvext by any eye, by any tongue,In meditative bliss beside the sea
Exultingly I loiter, calm and free,
Looking for agates as I stroll along,
And finding health and peace and joy for me
The beach, the sands, the seaweed-rocks among!
Alone;—what anodyne so sweet as this?
Silence, or only music of the waves,—
And Solitude, with only Nature's kiss
When my glad cheek with dewy spray she laves;
Silence, and Solitude; my twofold joy
Wherewith a stranger intermeddleth not,
I hold you here, and hug my golden lot
Untarnished with Society's alloy.
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