The Solitary

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Title:     The Solitary
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

Upon the mossed rock by the spring
She sits, forgetful of her pail,
Lost in remote remembering
Of that which may no more avail.

Her thin, pale hair is dimly dressed
Above a brow lined deep with care,
The color of a leaf long pressed,
A faded leaf that once was fair.

You may not know her from the stone
So still she sits who does not stir,
Thinking of this one thing alone--
The love that never came to her.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Solitary

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