Georgia Douglas Johnson, "Recluse" (1929)
The world goes out to holiday
While I sit sad within
For nothing comes and nothing calls
To me all walled in.
It is not mine to join with them
Who flaunt their feathers gay
I do not know the mystic song
They list so merrily.
The world goes out to holiday
But I am exiled here
With naught to keep my company
Save one slow falling tear.
Published in Troubador Magazine, June 1929
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