This Is Solitude


To take a walk in the woods, alone,
Where each little bird's nest is his throne
And the squirrels make their scampering known -
This is solitude.

To wander where owls hoot their lay
As they hunt by night instead of day
And fawns of the forest like to play -
This is solitude.

To view slopes of snow-clad mountains high,
Silhouetted in purple of sky
With stars above that seem to be nigh -
This is solitude.

To hike along some chill alpine stream
Flowing through flowery meadows green,
How peaceful and pretty is the scene!
This is solitude.

I shall soon leave for a foreign shore
Which possesses its own nature lore,
And I hope to find there nothing more
Than like solitude.

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