Her Solitude by Max Ehrmann

My life is still to-night, no bitterness,
Nor joy; and but one endless thought creeps out,
As dreaming here I sit and think about
My days that pass without dear love’s caress.
And yet, O God! I cannot, cannot guess
Why lonely I must dwell and ever doubt
The time will come when he, my own, will rout
My fears and all my restless heart’s distress.
Why didst thou plant in me this longing so
That in my wake and sleep forever calls
And yet beyond my pale of fortune falls?
Not always I’ll be young, the bloom will go.
All this, O God! I have not understood.
Am I not worthy–have not I been good?

Max Ehrmann
1872-1945

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Russell Boyle, of russellboyle.com, is a mathematics teacher, writer, and poet. Russell is the author of a number of teaching resources, including the Year 7 to 8 Mathematics Short-Answer Tasks, the Year 7 to 10 Mathematics Multiple-Choice Tasks, the Year 9 Extended-Response Tasks, the solutions to the Year 12 VCAA Mathematics Exams and the Web-Programming For Beginners series of courses. Russell's poetry anthologies are titled The Beginning, Footprints and Loneliness.
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