Afterthought.

Man dwells apart, though not alone,

He walks among his peers unread;

The best of thoughts which he hath known.

For lack of listeners are not said.

Yet dreaming on earth's clustered isles,

He saith “They dwell not lone like men,

Forgetful that their sunflecked smiles

Flash far beyond each other's ken.”

He looks on God's eternal suns

That sprinkle the celestial blue,

And saith, “Ah! happy shining ones,

I would that men were grouped like you!”

Yet this is sure, the loveliest star

That clustered with its peers we see,

Only because from us so far

Doth near its fellows seem to be.