'"Alone"

In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame'

'Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
F'

'In this lone, open glade I lie,
Screen'd by deep boughs on either ha'

'Creep into thy narrow bed,
Creep, and let no more be said!
Vain t'

'What, Kaiser dead? The heavy news
Post-haste to Cobham calls the Mus'

'We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I'

'Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal wo'

'What mortal, when he saw,
Life's voyage done, his heavenly Friend,
'

'A region desolate and wild.
Black, chafing water: and afloat,
And l'

'What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lu'