<h2><SPAN name="Loneliness" id="Loneliness"></SPAN>Loneliness.</h2>
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<span class="i0">Dear, I am lonely, for the bay is still<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As any hill-girt lake; the long brown beach<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Lies bare and wet. As far as eye can reach<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There is no motion. Even on the hill<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where the breeze loves to wander I can see<br/></span>
<span class="i2">No stir of leaves, nor any waving tree.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">There is a great red cliff that fronts my view<br/></span>
<span class="i2">A bare, unsightly thing; it angers me<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With its unswerving-grim monotony.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The mackerel weir, with branching boughs askew<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Stands like a fire-swept forest, while the sea<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Laps it, with soothing sighs, continually.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span></div>
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<span class="i0">There are no tempests in this sheltered bay,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The stillness frets me, and I long to be<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where winds sweep strong and blow tempestuously,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To stand upon some hill-top far away<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And face a gathering gale, and let the stress<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of Nature's mood subdue my restlessness.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">An impulse seizes me, a mad desire<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To tear away that red-browed cliff, to sweep<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Its crest of trees and huts into the deep;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To force a gap by axe, or storm, or fire,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And let rush in with motion glad and free<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The rolling waves of the wild wondrous sea.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Sometimes I wonder if I am the child<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of calm, law-loving parents, or a stray<br/></span>
<span class="i2">From some wild gypsy camp. I cannot stay<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Quiet among my fellows; when this wild<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Longing for freedom takes me I must fly<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To my dear woods and know my liberty.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span></div>
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<span class="i0">It is this cringing to a social law<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That I despise, these changing, senseless forms<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of fashion! And until a thousand storms<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of God's impatience shall reveal the flaw<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In man's pet system, he will weave the spell<br/></span>
<span class="i2">About his heart and dream that all is well.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Ah! Life is hard, Dear Heart, for I am left<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To battle with my old-time fears alone<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I must live calmly on, and make no moan<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Though of my hoped-for happiness bereft.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Thou wilt not come, and still the red cliff lies<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Hiding my ocean from these longing eyes.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span></div>
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