I am alone, in spite of love,
 In spite of all I take and give —
In spite of all your tenderness,
 Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
 On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
 Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
 And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
 Who are not lonely, having died.