Classic Poem

In utter loneliness of heart
Mid well-known scenes and looks I roam
As I were a thing apart
A being without friend or home.

Alone in peopled solitude,
I gaze unconsciously around —
Alas! this seeming vacant mood,
But marks remembrance too profound.

Yet here my boyhood rolled away,
And here too in maturer years,
Successive passions held their sway,
Through agonies of blood and tears.

I have outlived them all! — and now
Though inwardly the bosom bleed
A purer heart — a calmer brow —
A more untroubled mind succeed.