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1880–1929

LONELINESS

John Freeman

How green and strange the light is, Creeping through the window. Lying alone in bed, How strange the night is!

How still and chill the air is. It seems no sound could live Here in my room That now so bare is.

All bright and still the room is, But easeless here am I. Deep in my heart Cold lonely gloom is!

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