Alone Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Happy and content I am when secluded and alone
The time when I can with myself meditate and converse;
Since to my very inner thoughts I am so familiar grown,
That with delight in some obscure recess,
I can with silent calm joy think all my precious hours away,
Since early childhood; still think on, travel on time till the confining clay
Fall off, and nothing is left uncounted behind
Of drossy earth, meadows and remote groves; nothing to clog the mind,
Or hinder its ascent to those bright forms from above,
Those glorious beings of strolling in pathless forest gloom; whose exalted sense
Transcends the highest flights of human wit and human love;


I always endeared the zeal and rapture; the ecstasies of love,
The only thing that compelled me to leave my shell time and again
The long lost sleepless nights I admit,
Were freed from all their former anguish and pain,
And cleansed from every soul stain,
I bask with pleasure in love that I have found
That grew as pure, and as refined as at night, the calm grove without a sound.
Other human relationship I seldom sought
Rarely found; rarely move my thought


But for retirement? I never found myself fit;
Though to the delicates and joys of solitude I can taste;
With dismay and horror I fly from it,
And rather chose in crowds my time to waste;
Retirement is one step from Death; one leg in the grave
With no comforting outing or escape; futile religious promises of heavenly save


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