I used to seek a crowd to find delight,
and this they gave me- laughter and brief song,
Bright powdered wings that dusted off in flight,
And bubbled-beauty , nothing lasting long,
But once I found the pathway down my heart:
A dim, but not often traveled way; I had not known,
I walked it timidly, a thing apart,
Overjoyed that I found myself alone with God. . .
And now I seek that beautiful retreat,
And find such cool, deep peace, such sheer delight:
Cold springs of water welling at my feet,
White flowers by day, white guiding stars by night.
The old crowd’s laughter falls upon my ear;
I am exploring, and I do not hear. . . I have Solitude.