Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
AloneJohn Hall Wheelock
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Have I ever fled away
From the loneliness that follows
My spirit night and day!
It follows without rest—
To the kind heart of love,
And the belovèd breast.
Still I walk apart;
Alone, alone I lie
Even at the loved one’s heart.