When we have run, we have run
We have run our passion's heat
When we have run, we have run
Love hither makes his best retreat
Your sacred plants, if here below
Only among the plants
The plants will growing
All but rude, delicious solitude

When we have run, we have run
The quiet fair, have found thee here
When we have run, we have run
And Innocence, thy sister dear
No white nor red was ever seen
Amorous as this green
Was ever seen

All but rude, delicious solitude
All but rude, delicious solitude
All but rude, delicious solitude