Solitude

Ah! Sweet Solitude!

Teach me the talk

Of the whispering leaves,

Though tongue they

Have not and

Nor any ears,

But I think,

They hear me

Going past,

Like faithful

Pets they

Closer come,

Murmuring sweet

Nothings, an’

Moving away.

O Great Solitude!

Teach me to sing

Rambling songs,

That to the

Heart doth please.

Teach me to sing

Like the breezy wind

That comes an’ goes,

An’ yet, has peace,

Carrying a satchel

Of detachment

Packed an’ full,

That it carries

With itself, an

Inseparable bundle

Clutched very tight,

An’ won’t let go

However anyone’s might !