Solitude
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round;
Away from all that's harsh and rude,
I contemplate in solitude.
Enthralled, I sit in lassitude,
Though fettered hopes have pressed around;
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round.
From the painting, "Solitude," (Above) by Lord Frederick Leighton.
(Also Second image down in link.)
http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2008/04/tearing-down-our-homes.html
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
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