Solitude

Listen to the whole of old watchman
To experience a solitude of midnight.
His stick taps are Himalaya episodes.

He sounds  hollow earth under road
For  rumbles like ancient mountains ,
Whose solitude he lives out by  taps.

Listen simultaneous whistles issuing
From lonely Himalayan gorges  home
Where calm is solitude heard in mind.

Be a light house keeper by lonely sea
To feel a  night of solitude imported
From far off lands by lights of a ship.

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