I have a note in an old notebook that has the following quotation and says it is from Walter De la Mare’s poem “The Recluse”. However, I cannot trace a poem of that name by Walter De la Mare (though he did write a short story ‘The Recluse’).
So does anyone know where these lines come from?
... He envied none, he was content
With self-inflicted banishment.
There peered from his hazel, hazel eyes
A self in solitude made wise;
As if within the heart may be
All the soul needs for company
The First 100 Days
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