Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Solitary
He moved his fellow-men among And changed with them some forms of speech. His heart was separate from his tongue, They would not hear his heart beseech. Their needs were very like his own, Quivering in bodies numb and dazed; They smiled and talked and felt alone.-- Did not their hearts look on amazed?
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