In house

All day long I have been working,
Now I am tired.
I call:“Where are you?”
But there is only the oak tree rustling in the wind.
The house is very quiet,
The sun shines in on your books,
But you are not there.
Suddenly I am lonely:
Where are you?
I go about searching.

-Amy Lowell

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