Places devoted to the night,
O solitude, my sweetest, sweetest choice!
O heav'ns! What content is mine
From the nativity of time,
And which all ages have rever'd,
To look today as fresh and green
To look today as fresh and green
These hanging mountains do appear,
Which th' unhappy would invite
To finish all their sorrows
their hard fate makes them endure
such woes as only death can cure.
O, how I solitude ad ore!
O, how I solitude ad ore!
That element of noblest wit,
For thy sake I in love am grown
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
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