Letters to Luthien

Letters to My Future Bride

Solitude

Solitude
by Harold Monro

“When you have tidied all things for the night, 
And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep, 
You’ll pause a moment in the late firelight, 
Too sorrowful to weep. 

The large and gentle furniture has stood 
In sympathetic silence all the day 
With that old kindness of domestic wood; 
Nevertheless the haunted room will say: 
‘Someone must be away.’ 

The little dog rolls over half awake, 
Stretches his paws, yawns, looking up at you, 
Wags his tail very slightly for your sake, 
That you may feel he is unhappy too. 

A distant engine whistles, or the floor 
Creaks, or the wandering night-wind bangs a door 

Silence is scattered like a broken glass. 
The minutes prick their ears and run about, 
Then one by one subside again and pass 
Sedately in, monotonously out. 

You bend your head and wipe away a tear. 
Solitude walks one heavy step more near.”
 

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April 23, 2012 - Posted by | Poems

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