Left alone

Left in the world alone
Where nothing seems my own
& everything is weariness to me

'Tis a life without an end
'Tis a world without a friend
& everything is sorrowful I see

Theres the crow upon the stack
& other birds all black
While Novembers frowning wearily

& the black-clouds dropping rain
'Till the floods hide half the plain
& everything is weariness to me

The sun shines wan & pale
Chill blows the northern gale
& odd leaves shake & shiver on the tree

While I am left alone
Chilled as a mossy stone
& all the world is frowning over me

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