Estranged

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Title:     Estranged
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

No one was with me there--
Happy I was--alone;
Yet from the sunshine suddenly
A joy was gone.

A bird in an empty house
Sad echoes makes to ring,
Flitting from room to room
On restless wing:

Till from its shades he flies,
And leaves forlorn and dim
The narrow solitudes
So strange to him.

So, when with fickle heart
I joyed in the passing day,
A presence my mood estranged
Went grieved away.

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Estranged

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