Oh, solitude, my sweetest choice
Oh, solitude, oh, solitude
My sweetest, sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night
Remote from tune and from noise
How hear my restless thoughts delight
Oh, solitude
Oh, solitude
My sweetest, sweetest choice
Oh, heaven's world content
Is mine to see these trees
Which have appeared
From the sky
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 their beauties first were seen
Oh, how agreeable
A sight these hanging mountains do appear
Which you unhappy would invite
To finish with me
To finish with me



All their sorrows here
When their heart, their heart flared
Man's death and yours
Such voice, such voice
Such voice as only death
Such voice, such voice as only death
Can cure
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
How I solitude adore
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
How I solitude adore
How I solely to that door, that element of noblest wit.
Where I have learned, where I have learned, a hollow slur without the pain, the pain to study.
For thy sake I am loved.
A veil grown with what thy fancy, the fancy it does pursue.
But when I think upon my own, I hate it.
I hate it for that reason.
Because it needs, must hinder me from seeing, from seeing.
And from serving thee.
How I solely to that door, that element of noblest wit.
Where I solely to that door, that element of noblest wit.
A veil grown with what thy fancy, the fancy it does pursue.