AloneA Poem by emipoemiO what can ail thee, woeful child, Alone and palely loitering? Thy stare is blank, thy spirit mild, Thou dost not dance or sing?
O why dost thou but sojourn here So set apart from ev’ryone, And frolic not about in cheer, Partaking in the fun?
I know not one who walks about In energetic gaiety. And, seeing how they are, I doubt They would be friends with me.
I’m new to all, like all to me, I feel so insecure and daunted. For often any who should be Unknown would be unwanted.
And that is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, And frolic not
about in cheer, Nor dance nor even sing.
Thou needst fear nothing, woeful child, I would be pleased to be thy friend. Our days shall e’er be bright and wild, For friendships never end.
I’ll guide thee through thy moments here, And, ere this trying day should end, Thy plea would make the lot give ear, And want to be thy friend.
Thus not to worry, woeful child, Be not so palely loitering, Arise and smile! Be bright and wild! Arise and dance and sing! -EDP © 2018 emipoemiReviews
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7 Reviews Added on June 9, 2017 Last Updated on July 23, 2018 Tags: friendship, keats, poem, poetry Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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