ESTRANGED
Reading edition
No one was with me there— Happy I was—alone; Yet from the sunshine suddenly A joy was gone.
A bird in an empty house Sad echoes makes to ring, Flitting from room to room On restless wing:
Till from its shades he flies, And leaves forlorn and dim The narrow solitudes So strange to him.
So, when with fickle heart I joyed in the passing day, A presence my mood estranged Went grieved away.