The Loneliness One dare not sound --And would as soon surmiseAs in it's Grave go measuringmeasuringplumbingto registerto registerTo ascertain the size --The Loneliness whose worst alarmIs lest itself should see --And perish from before itselfFor just a scrutiny --The chasm --chasm --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 soulIt's Caverns and it's CorridorsIlluminate -- or seal --