OH, Solitude! to thy sequester'd vale <br />I come to hide my sorrow and my tears, <br />And to thy echoes tell the mournful tale <br />Which scarce I trust to pitying Friendship's ears. <br />Amidst thy wild-woods, and untrodden glades, <br />No sounds but those of melancholy move; <br />And the low winds that die among thy shades, <br />Seem like soft Pity's sighs for hopeless love. <br />And sure some story of despair and pain, <br />In yon deep copse, thy murm'ring doves relate; <br />And, Hark! methinks in that long plaintive strain, <br />Thine own sweet songstress weeps my wayward fate; <br />Ah, Nymph! that fate assist me to endure, <br />And bear awhile--what death alone can cure!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxii-by-the-same-to-solitude/
