O Solitude

O solitude, my sweetest choice

O solitude

O solitude, my sweetest, sweetest choice

Places devoted to the night

Remote from tumult and from noise

How ye my restless thoughts delight

O solitude

O solitude, my sweetest, sweetest choice

Oh, heavens, what content is mine

To see those trees which have appeared

From the nativity of time

And which all ages have revered

To look today as fresh and green

To look today as fresh and green

As when the beauties first were seen

Oh, how agreeable a sight, these hanging mountains do appear

Which the unhappy would invite

To finish all our their sorrows here

When their hard, their hard fate

Makes them endure such woes

Such woes as only death can cure

Oh, oh, how I solitude adore

Oh, oh, how I solitude adore

That element of noblest wit

Where I have learned, where I have learned

Apollo's love without the pains

The pains to study it

For thy sake, I in love am grown

With what they fancy, thy fancy does pursue

But when I think upon my own

I hate it, I hate it for that reason too

Because it needs must hinder me

From seeing, from seeing and

From serving thee

O solitude

O solitude adore