The Telegraph Operator

Robert William Service

1   I will not wash my face;
2       I will not brush my hair;
3   I "pig" around the place --
4       There's nobody to care.
5   Nothing but rock and tree;
6       Nothing but wood and stone;
7   Oh God, it's hell to be
8       Alone, alone, alone.

9   Snow-peaks and deep-gashed draws
10     Corral me in a ring.
11 I feel as if I was
12     The only living thing
13 On all this blighted earth;
14     And so I frowst and shrink,
15 And crouching by my hearth,
16     I hear the thoughts I think.

17 I think of all I miss --
18     The boys I used to know;
19 The girls I used to kiss;
20     The coin I used to blow:
21 The bars I used to haunt;
22     The racket and the row;
23 The beers I didn't want
24     (I wish I had 'em now).

25 Day after day the same,
26     Only a little worse;
27 No one to grouch or blame --
28     Oh, for a loving curse!
29 Oh, in the night I fear,
30     Haunted by nameless things,
31 Just for a voice to cheer,
32     Just for a hand that clings!

33 Faintly as from a star
34     Voices come o'er the line;
35 Voices of ghosts afar,
36 &160;&160;Not in this world of mine.
37 Lives in whose loom I grope;
38     Words in whose weft I hear
39 Eager the thrill of hope,
40     Awful the chill of fear.

41 I'm thinking out aloud;
42     I reckon that is bad;
43 (The snow is like a shroud) --
44     Maybe I'm going mad.
45 Say! wouldn't that be tough?
46     This awful hush that hugs
47 And chokes one is enough
48     To make a man go "bugs".

49 There's not a thing to do;
50     I cannot sleep at night;
51 No wonder I'm so blue;
52     Oh, for a friendly fight!
53 The din and rush of strife;
54     A music-hall aglow;
55 A crowd, a city, life --
56     Dear God, I miss it so!

57 Here, you have moped enough!
58     Brace up and play the game!
59 But say, it's awful tough --
60     Day after day the same
61 (I've said that twice, I bet).
62     Well, there's not much to say.
63 I wish I had a pet,
64     Or something I could play.

65 Cheer up! don't get so glum
66     And sick of everything;
67 The worst is yet to come;
68     God help you till the Spring.
69 God shield you from the Fear;
70     Teach you to laugh, not moan.
71 Ha! ha! it sounds so queer --
72     Alone, alone, alone.

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