Classic Poem

Loneliness?
When I think of loneliness
I think of the small towers of the crusaders
Built on the treeless mountains of Palestine,
Watch-towers held by half-a-dozen men
Who had been raised in hamlets beside streams
With woods and meadows near them.
Loneliness? —
The night coming on,
The night that covers danger,
And hungry stars
Peering from heaven,
And the wind sweeping past each stony ridge,
And a horse neighing with a shiver in it,
And some one tower with half-a-dozen men
Isolate, in a hard and hostile land.