Sara Teasdale — Alone

I am alone, in spite of love,        &nbsp In spite of all I take and give— In spite of all your tenderness,        &nbsp Sometimes I am not glad to live. I am alone, as though I stood        &nbsp On the highest peak of the tired gray world, About me only swirling snow,        &nbsp Above me, endless space unfurled; With earth hidden and heaven hidden,        &nbsp And only my own spirit's pride To keep me from the peace of those        &nbsp Who are not lonely, having died.