Seclusion

Oh, world, let me be!

Entice me not with gifts of love.

Let this heart in solitude have

Your bliss, your pain!

What I mourn, I know not.

It is an unknown pain;

Forever through tears shall I see

The sun's love-light.

Often, I am scarcely conscious

And the bright joys break

Through the pain, thus pressing

Delightfully into my breast.

Oh, world, let me be!

Entice me not with gifts of love.

Let this heart in solitude have

Your bliss, your pain!