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Poem by Helen Gray Cone Isolation White fog around, soft snow beneath the tread, All sunless, windless, tranced, the morning lay; All noiseless, trackless, new, the well-known way. The silence weighed upon the sense; in dread, "Alone, I am alone," I shuddering said, "And wander in a region where no ray Has ever shone, and as on earth's first day Or last, my kind are not yet born or dead." Yet not afar, meanwhile, there faltered feet Like mine, through that wide mystery of the snow, Nor could the old accustomed paths divine; And even as mine, unheard spake voices low, And hearts were near, that as my own heart beat, Warm hands, and faces fashioned like to mine. Helen Gray Cone Helen Gray Cone's other poems: 1188 Views |
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