LONELINESS
(_Her Word_)
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye;
Or care so much when they come back
With whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much
Too glad for the one thing
As we are too sad for the other here—-
With birds that fill their breasts
But with each other and themselves
And their built or driven nests.