The poem
It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain, Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away: While thro' the sluggish air a twilight grey Broodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane, No ebb and flow are there among the main, No bud-time no leaf-falling there for aye, No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand, No beat of wings to stir the stagnant space, And loveless sea: no trace of days before, No guarded home, no time-worn restingplace No future hope no fear forevermore.
I know almost nothing about poetry, like art; "I know what I like" The very first and abiding thought was
"this puts an explanation to true loneliness"
Does anyone know all of the poem that begins
"Thre are no chains that bind me to your side, no links of love, nor fetters of desire. Steel chains may snap and I be free but oh, these clinging cobwebs strangle me"