Solitude; and its devotees.
No void in the heart
Loveless, echoes, immersed therein.
The reverse is true.
Of that spirit, companionable
Do they lose nothing.
Whom, in ecshewing man, nature
Better respond to.
Felt, in many an unspoke hush
Of wide acceptance;
And thus no misunderstanding;
Treed, a forest through.
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