The Solitary Weeper

Walking among a field of daffodils,

Miles and miles away was no one.

Lavenders blooming over on the hills,

Brightly did shine the sun.

Among the flowers, I sat down,

Overwhelming was the beauty there.

Slowly my lips began to frown,

As my heart went into despair.

Alone in the field, alone in life,

At my own misery did I laugh.

Having with myself, I was, a strife,

I was nothing but a big gaffe.

This unhappy laughter soon did turn,

Into a pool of unhappy tears.

Eyes were red and they did burn,

My mind dived into my fears.

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

A slumber did my spirit seal.

Started thinking to myself out loud,

How from the world, I conceal.

I dwelt among untrodden ways,

The world is too much with me.

Thinking back to the good, old days,

Will I ever be happy as I could be?

The sun has long been set,

The moon was rising up.

If only the past, I could forget,

Now my heart never leaps up.

Lying down I began to sleep,

As the nightingale began its song.

In solitude do I now weep,

My suffering has gone on for too long.