Alone

I am alone, in spite of love,
   In spite of all I take and give—
  In spite of all your tenderness,
   Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
   On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
  About me only swirling snow,
   Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
   And only my own spirit’s pride
  To keep me from the peace of those
   Who are not lonely, having died.