So long now have I walked with loneliness
That I remember not when he first walked with me:
A silent someone along the avenues of all the arching years,
On roads straight through sunlit fields and rows of maples,
And crooked and dark among mountain heights that draw us on, together.
Who is he? Is he mortal? I know not.
I cannot fathom my companion of the decades;
I only know:
A grim solace not all unwelcome,
A song unsung, a word unspoken,
The echo of memories we have not lived.
And we have walked many miles together, loneliness and I.