Alone

Alone
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I miss you, my darling, my darling
The embors burn low on the hearth
And stilled is the stir of the household
And hushed in the voice of ita mirth:
The rain plashes fast on the terrace,
The winds past the lattices moan,
The midnight chimes out from the minster
And I am alone

I want you, my darling, my darling
I am tired with care and with fret
I would pestle in silence beside you,
And all but your presenos forget,
In the hush of the happiness given
To these who, through trusting have grown
To the fullness of love in contentment,
But I am alone

I call you my darling, my darlings
My voies echoes back on my heart
I stretch my arms to you in longing
And lot they fall empty apart
I whisper the went Worn you caught me
The words that we only have known
Till the blank of the dumb air in bitter-
For I am alone

I need you, my darling, my darling
With its yearning my very heart aches,
The lond that divides us weighs harder:
I shrink from the day that it makes
Old sorrows rise up and beset me
And doubts make my spirit their own
Oh, came through the darkness and save me,
For I am alone
-Frances