I WALK ALONE

by: Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

      WALK alone and cry out under the stars;
      As one in a desert I hunger for refreshment.
      I have need of the coolness of some azure pool,
      Oh, I would anoint my bosom with the clear water!
      Oh, I would immerse myself in the emulous depths!
      Oh, I would drink of ineffable dreams.
      You, Beloved, are the silvery lake shimmering in the desert of my youth.
      You only can allay the fever of my spirit!
      On your lips I should drain the fountain of life.
      On your white breast I shall breathe the perfume of numberless lilies.
      Therein I shall die a thousand deaths and arise reborn in the awful splendor of your love....

"I Walk Alone" is reprinted from The Book of Love. Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff. New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1917.

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