The lonely die twice, and the friendless alone;
The wanderer finds him too far from home,
The jilted stay, under grey clouds all day-
So promise now, never to roam.
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really a good message is here, but how can we give up our habit of roaming. Without this instinct, we could not have found out America, Now we are looking at the sky and preparing ourselves to roam there! Nice poem!
Strong metaphorical poem about the the fickleness of love and how many souls are lonely because they cannot appreciate what they have, and the many who struggle to find solidity and permanency in relationships and life.