Solitude

How desolate!

Ah how forlorn, how desolate.

How sadly did I stand

When in the field my woeful state I felt!

Not all the land,

Not all the skies

Tho' heaven shined before mine eyes,

Could comfort yield in any field to me.

Nor could my mind contentment find or see;

Felicity! O where? O where?

Shall I thee find to ease my mind! O where?