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
O heav'ns what content is mine
To see these 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 their beauties first were seen
Oh oh how agreeable a sight
These hanging mountains do appear
Which th'unhappy would invite
To finish all their sorrows here
When their hard fate
Hard fate makes them endure such woes
Such woes
As only death can cure
Oh ahh how I solitude adore
Oh ahh how I solitude adore
That element of noblest wit
Where I have learnt
Where I have learnt Apollo's lore
Without the pains the pains to study it
For thy sake I in love am grown
With what thy fancy thy fancy doth 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 oh how I solitude adore
