Classic Poem

I asked myself in lonely days
How I in youth agone,
Had learned so much of sorrow's ways,
A mem'ry moaned " alone "
But I shall not unto the end
Walk thus when weary grown,
I'll lean upon a faithful friend,
A voice called nay! alone.
And as I turned to find, in fear,
Whence came that mournful tone,
A harsh wind shouted in my ear
The awful word " Alone " .