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I should like to be very lonely indeed -- / Much lonelier than I am; / With humbleness, like the humbleness of a weed, / And simplicity like the sun, and no other need / But to hold me free of pose and pretence and sham.
And then I should like to think such silent things, / As only the flowers think; / I should want the whole world to be greenly a wall of shine, / And I, leaning over, swimming in dreams of mine, / As a flower floats over a brink.
I should like to be very lonely indeed -- / So the world would draw around me, / Like a green cave flower lit, echo and shadow keyed, / With a door that to naught but a path of clouds would lead, / Or the bed in a blossoming tree.
And then I would pipe my thoughts so shyly out, / And watch them dance, dryad dressed; / I would talk to a bit of moss or an acorn sprout; / I should drink all the stars and follow the darkness out, / And bathe in the Sea of the West!