He grows possessed of the obsessive feeling
That dawn has come and gone and brought no light.
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With no companion to my mood,
I walk, but in my solitudeBow to the wind that buffets me.
Across these miles I wish you well.
May you not sense what I don’t tell.May you not dream, or doubt, or weep.May what my pen this peaceless dayWrites on this page not reach your viewTill its deferred print lets you sayIt speaks to someone else than you.