LONELINESS
LONELINESS
Ohwhere’s the use to write?What can I tell you, dear?Just that I want you soWho are not near.Just that I miss the lamp whose blessèd lightWas God’s own moon to shine upon my night,And newly mourn each new day’s lost delight:Just—oh, it will not ease my pain—That I am lonelyUntil I see you once again,You—you only.
Ohwhere’s the use to write?What can I tell you, dear?Just that I want you soWho are not near.Just that I miss the lamp whose blessèd lightWas God’s own moon to shine upon my night,And newly mourn each new day’s lost delight:Just—oh, it will not ease my pain—That I am lonelyUntil I see you once again,You—you only.
Ohwhere’s the use to write?
What can I tell you, dear?
Just that I want you so
Who are not near.
Just that I miss the lamp whose blessèd light
Was God’s own moon to shine upon my night,
And newly mourn each new day’s lost delight:
Just—oh, it will not ease my pain—
That I am lonely
Until I see you once again,
You—you only.