POETRY.

FOR THE ENQUIRER. ODE TO SOLITUDE.
{"character_count": 1209, "word_count": 218, "ccnet_language_score": [0.8292999863624573], "ccnet_perplexity": [1508.9000244140625], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
1

 My spiri is with thee, fair mad of the mOon,a;os 1 My heart IS at home. in the deep winding dell: My harp have bailed tn tI,y crystalline EuD,a;rs By the whispering ssreanie,s it's music shall swell love ehee. sweet maid and the scene which enGolds thee;

 The r'l, and the river, which kisses thy feet; The "ight'sIar Of gloom my visiOw 0aEolda thee: Aud in sorrOw's dark season thy loneness is sweet, love 'o he with thee, when sunset s eleaH,inc. And think of His glorS who kudled it's rays! love iN the light from the stars that is Beamiue, Topour oa His altar sweet incense of praise. " love thee. reeuse, whe" she whrlwnds are roaring, For the tempest awakens ,he spiri, or cong; Ely haits Wsp my sempaes, wheve, geE6a aasrings r shrink from tue gaze of the fan.e-seekiag ahrUax Thy loneness is Pieasuie. whea hOarse winds are

 signing,

 And send 'heiS loud vail through thy baskets and woo tiny sweet calm, when the hreezes are dying, Thatbear on their wings the rich fragrance oFaowers. My heart it is with shee; fair maid of the mountains: Enough life be in gloom, thou hast pleasure for me Ny harp have bathed tn thy whispering ioun,ains; The hills shall re-echO s warblinss to thee. I

 JUNO,