Sonnet of Solitude

Solitude is never lonely...

The Song of Solitude


They often lecture in voices scorning

While I pass by full of idle thought.

They cast doubts upon my peaceful morning

As if to rob me of the silence sought.

Those silly people, they scarce can see

How little cause for their anxious worry

My lazy passage through their morns should be.


For amid their frantic race to hurry

I am alone, and yet, I'm not alone.

The hills, the swaying trees, the gentle earth,

My repository of thoughts unknown;

And the sky, displaying its daily birth

All red and gold and orangish-hued;

These all greet my solitude.