Solitude

Solitude

George Soule

I was fretted with husks of men;I cried out to be alone,To be free,To run in the wind.Solitude was to me as the dream of a country well to a fevered man.I ran away to be alone.And there were the stars, and the sea, and the sun coming up out of the sea.And I went mad with the wind’s song.Then I chanted my ardor to the air—But it came back clanging about my ears:The stars were too near,I was compressed between horizons;I choked in the wind and the sun!In my wrath I strode back to menAnd smote the husks asunder.From them came forthThe whole of me that I had lacked.For the first time I was alone,Alone with all of myself,In splendid peace.

I was fretted with husks of men;I cried out to be alone,To be free,To run in the wind.Solitude was to me as the dream of a country well to a fevered man.I ran away to be alone.And there were the stars, and the sea, and the sun coming up out of the sea.And I went mad with the wind’s song.Then I chanted my ardor to the air—But it came back clanging about my ears:The stars were too near,I was compressed between horizons;I choked in the wind and the sun!In my wrath I strode back to menAnd smote the husks asunder.From them came forthThe whole of me that I had lacked.For the first time I was alone,Alone with all of myself,In splendid peace.

I was fretted with husks of men;I cried out to be alone,To be free,To run in the wind.Solitude was to me as the dream of a country well to a fevered man.I ran away to be alone.And there were the stars, and the sea, and the sun coming up out of the sea.And I went mad with the wind’s song.

I was fretted with husks of men;

I cried out to be alone,

To be free,

To run in the wind.

Solitude was to me as the dream of a country well to a fevered man.

I ran away to be alone.

And there were the stars, and the sea, and the sun coming up out of the sea.

And I went mad with the wind’s song.

Then I chanted my ardor to the air—But it came back clanging about my ears:The stars were too near,I was compressed between horizons;I choked in the wind and the sun!

Then I chanted my ardor to the air—

But it came back clanging about my ears:

The stars were too near,

I was compressed between horizons;

I choked in the wind and the sun!

In my wrath I strode back to menAnd smote the husks asunder.From them came forthThe whole of me that I had lacked.For the first time I was alone,Alone with all of myself,In splendid peace.

In my wrath I strode back to men

And smote the husks asunder.

From them came forth

The whole of me that I had lacked.

For the first time I was alone,

Alone with all of myself,

In splendid peace.


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