Do not think the poet lonely never is he. His days aren't always bright and sunny. The pitter-patter of his heels test the earth like gentle knocks on a maiden's door open! They say, let me in into the rare fleeting moments that for flowing. painful. joyfully thoughtful verse Ah!, the eerie lyric of sundown the melody of salutations Why do ye call the poet lonely? when he is one with all a maverick nature's awe