[1] Alone
I've listened: and all the sounds I
heard
were music - wind, stream and bird
With youth that sang from hill to hill
I've listened: my heart is hungry still
I've looked: the morning world was
green
Bright roofs and towers of town I've seen
And stars wheeling through wingless nights
I've looked: and my soul yet longs for light
I've thought: but in my sense
survives
only the impulse of those lives
hat were my making. Hear me say!
I've thought: and darkness hides my day