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Nor in the shadowy wood,
Not in the cras hung glen,
Not where the echoes brood
In caves unlrod by men;
Not by the bleak seashoro,
Where barren surges break,
Not on the mountain boar.
Not by the breezeless lake;
Not on the desert plain


Where man hath never stood,
Whether on isle or main-
Not there is Solitude
Birds are in woodland bowers;
Voices in lonely dells;
Streams to the listening hours
Talk in ear,h's secret cells;
Over ihe gray-ribb'd sand


Breathe Oceans frothy lips;
Over the still lakes strand


The wild flower toward ii dips,
Pluming the mountains 5 crest


Life tosses in its pines,
Coursing the deserts breast


Life in the steed' name shines.
Leave-if thou wouldst be lonely
Leave Nature for the crowd;
Seek there for one-one only


With kindred mind endow'd
Ihere-as with Nature erst


Closely thou wouldst commune
The deep soul,music nursed


In either heart, a,tune!
heart'wearied thou wilt own,


Vainiy that phantom wooed,
That thou al last hast known


What is true Solitude!