For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
~ Poetictouch
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Solitude
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
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