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From One Who Stays

 How empty seems the town now you are gone!
A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls
Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls
Eery, distorted, as it long had shone
On white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone.
The whir of motors, stricken through with calls Of playing boys, floats up at intervals; But all these noises blur to one long moan.
What quest is worth pursuing? And how strange That other men still go accustomed ways! I hate their interest in the things they do.
A spectre-horde repeating without change An old routine.
Alone I know the days Are still-born, and the world stopped, lacking you.

by Amy Lowell
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