Solitude

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Title:     Solitude
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

Now empty lies the house. The languid air
Unstirred by voices creeps from room to room;
No footstep falls upon the silent stair,
All's still and dark. In every nook the tomb
Of some thought lies; remembrance everywhere
Lingers to seek a joy no longer there;
And, as I sit here lonely in the gloom,
I ask myself which evil I would choose:
Never to have, or else to have, and lose.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Solitude

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