The Poetry Corner

Alone.

By Lennox Amott

Alone in my chamber, forsaken, unsought, My spirit's enveloped in shadows of night, Is there no one to give me a smile or a thought? Is there none to restore to me faded delight? The zephyrs disport with a light-bosomed song, And the joy-laden songsters flit over the lea-- Yet the hours of the spring as they hurry along Bring nothing but sadness and sighing to me! There were friends--but their love is departed and dead, And alone must the tear-drop disconsolate start, All the beauty of Life, all its sweetness is fled, Oh, who shall unburden this weight at my heart!