Alone Poem by Walter de la Mare

Alone

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The abode of the nightingale is bare,
Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,
The fox howls from his frozen lair:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone:
It is winter.

Once the pink cast a winy smell,
The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell,
Light in effulgence of beauty fell:
I am alone:
It is winter.

My candle a silent fire doth shed,
Starry Orion hunts o'erhead;
Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone;
It is winter.

Alone
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jamirah Shorter 04 December 2008

This poem is deep and he sees no good thing since his loved one is dead. Many ppl can relate to that I have at one point but it gets easier.

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Walterrean Salley 23 November 2016

(Alone by Walter de la Mare.) **Death. Aloneness. Winter. A poem that mirrors life.

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Quadri Yahya 30 December 2020

To be alone is so saddening most time, especially when one is missing someone. And 'it is winter'.

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sophia 18 September 2020

she is alone and she is describing what she saw

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adran dimas 18 September 2020

i do not like because it haves a robot voes and it slow

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saadbf 27 May 2018

Wonderful poem

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Tajuddin molla 17 May 2018

V.v.v. nice poem

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