Never Am I So Alone As When I Walk Among The Crowd - Blurred Masks Of Stern Or Grinning Stone, Unmeaning Eyes And Voices Loud. Gaze Dares Not Encounter Gaze, ... Humbled, I Turn My Head Aside; When Suddenly There Is A Face ... Pale, Subdued And Grievous-Eyed. Ah, I Know That Visage Meek, Those Trembling Lips, The Eyes That Shine But Turn From That Which They Would Seek With An Air Piteous, Divine! There Is Not A Line Or Scar, Seal Of A Sorrow Or Disgrace, But I Know Like Sigils Are Burned In My Heart And On My Face. Speak! O Speak! Thou Art The One! But Thou Hast Passed With Sad Head Bowed; And Never Am I So Alone As When I Walk Among The Crowd.