Of what is solitude! I tell thee, those
For whom—in earth’s remotest nook, howe’er
Divided from their path by chain on chain
Of mighty mountains, and the amplitude
Of rolling seas—there beats one human heart,
Their breathes one being, unto whom their name
Comes with a thrilling and a gladd’ning sound
Heard o’er the din of life, are not alone!
Not on the deep, nor in the wild, alone;
For there is that on earth with which they hold