Alone

[HENRIK IBSEN]

I have accompanied the last guest as far as the gate,
As far as the gate of the villa.

Farewell has died in the wind of the night.

The garden and the house until now have resounded
With the harmonious sounds of her voice.

The silence is terrifying.

Before she had gone I was full of the joy of life;
And now I am alone, all alone ...
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Henrik Ibsen
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