Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Loneliness

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LONELINESS
Sometimes when I am long aloneI wonder what is loneliness—This silence like a deep bell's tone—These moments, motionless?
This hush above the nervous street?—Removed as is the tree that stands,Hill-high, with burrowing root-feetAnd boughs like reaching hands.
As in my blood I feel life press,Like sap into the frailest bough,I think if such is lonelinessThen I am lonely now.
Contemporary VerseHazel Hall
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