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