It is good to be all alone,
In the dark of the night, aye, the starry night,
When those you love truest are from you gone,
In the far away, beyond sound and sight;
When the wind is singing its sad, strange song
In gloomy tree-tops, a-tow’ring high,
And whispers the names for whom you long,
And the love for which you sigh.

It is good to be all alone with one’s soul,—
The soul which so seldom has chance to speak;
It is good to be freed from the narrow and small,
To rise from the vale to the mountain peak,
To be guided by stargleams into a sphere,
Where the world does not reach with its clamour and cry,
And there in the silence pause, till you hear
Your innermost self and the God that is nigh.