The loneliness one dare not sound

The Loneliness One dare not sound --

And would as soon surmise

As in its Grave go plumbing

To ascertain the size --

The Loneliness whose worst alarm

Is lest itself should see --

And perish from before itself

For just a scrutiny --

The Horror not to be surveyed --

But skirted in the Dark --

With Consciousness suspended --

And Being under Lock --

I fear me this -- is Loneliness --

The Maker of the soul

Its Caverns and its Corridors

Illuminate -- or seal --