
 XIV

There pass the careless people
 That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
 How idle and alone.

Ah, past the plunge of plummet,
 In seas I cannot sound,
The speaker does what has become something of a dirty word in the 21st century– they “loiter”, having no business, but instead considering the nature of loneliness.
There pass the careless people