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Now at last with glamour goneI can see the naked dawn;Gauge the gilded depths of noon,Coolly question star and moon.
And where fired sunsets paleI, who wear life's gray veil,Shall not marvel, shall not care.No light of earth's however fair,Robbed of the sting of its surprise,Can delude my sober eyes.


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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