Alone

Ah, never in all my life  
 Have I ever fled away  
From the loneliness that follows  
 My spirit night and day!  
 
Though I fly to the dearest face,  
 It follows without rest—  
To the kind heart of love,  
 And the belovèd breast.  
 
Though I walk amid the crowd,  
 Still I walk apart;  
Alone, alone I lie  
 Even at the loved one’s heart.