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.