To-night in million-voiced London I
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun
Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.
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To-night in million-voiced London I
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun
Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.
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Comments1LOVED REVISITING THIS POEM! I REMEMBER READING IT AS A LITTLE KID. IT'S CRAZY TO THINK HOW IT PREDICTED TODAY'S WORLD WHERE WE'RE CONNECTED BUT FEEL SO ALONE BEFORE SOMEONE CALLS. STILL, IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND BITTERSWEET. GOT ME THINKING THOUGH, ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SAD OR HAPPY AT THE END? ANY THOUGHTS?