O solitude, my sweetest choice?
O solitude
O solitude my sweetest, sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night
Remote from turmoil and from noise
How ye my restless thoughts delight?
O solitude
O solitude my sweetest, sweetest choice!

O heavens! what coexist 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
And wherе their beauties first wеre seen

O how agreeable a sight
These hanging mountains do appear
Which the unhappy would imitate
To finish all their sorrows here
When their hard, their hard fate makes
Them endure
Such woes, such woes as only death can cure

O, how I solitude adore!
O, how I solitude adore!
That element of noblest wit
Where I have learned, where I have learned
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 does pursue
But when I think upon my own
I hate it, I hate it for that reason too
Because it needs most hinder me
From seeing, from seeing and from serving there
O solitude
O my solitude adore!