ah, someone aside from me who likes poetry. . .and I especially love the cadence of Wordsworth's words. . .
I especially turn to the last Stanza in his poem "I wandered lonely as a cloud" (better known as Daffodils) when I am feeling too lonely since it brings me back to my "truth" that I actually love living alone and don't mind being alone most of the time (just not all the time). I do a lot of writing, reading, drawing and painting, so being alone actually fulfills my need to create. . .but I do long for conversation

Oh what complicated creatures we humans are.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.