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Solitary Wayfarer


Solomon Machardson

My strength is exhausted;

My spirit is flagging;

The light of life has died in me;

I try in vain to kindle it.

A vague sadness falls upon me

When I remember my dear departed;

I stare but see only emptiness;

My will gropes for the path which took them.

The inner voice in me

Becomes clamorous and insistent

And a vague sweetness makes my heart ache

With longing for the unknown.

The nightingale song no longer thrills!

The sun no longer shines bright!

The wind is sluggish and flagged!

The flame no longer flickers!

The sky groans in despair!

The world has become a mazy gloom!

I am like a solitary wayfarer,

Trudging along a dark deserted street!

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