Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I and my Soul are alone to-day,
  All in the shining weather;
We were sick of the world, and put it away,
  So we could rejoice together.
 
Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky
  Is mixing a rare, sweet wine,
In the burnished gold of this cup on high,
  For me, and this Soul of mine.
 
We find it a safe and royal drink,
  And a cure for every pain;
It helps us to love, and helps us to think,
  And strengthens body and brain.
 
And sitting here, with my Soul alone,
  Where the yellow sun-rays fall,
Of all the friends I have ever known
  I find it the BEST of all.
 
We rarely meet when the world is near,
  For the World hath a pleasing art
And brings me so much that is bright and dear
  That my Soul it keepeth apart.
 
But when I grow weary of mirth and glee,
  Of glitter, glow, and splendour,
Like a tried old friend it comes to me,
  With a smile that is sad and tender.
 
And we walk together as two friends may,
  And laugh and drink God’s wine.
Oh, a royal comrade any day
  I find this Soul of mine.
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