Is thy heart weary of unfeeling men,
And chilled with the world’s ice? Then come with me,
And I will bring thee to a pleasant glen
Lovely and lonely. There we’ll sit, unviewed
By scoffing eye; and let our hearts beat free
With their own mutual throb. For wild and rude
The access is, and none will there intrude,
To poison our free thoughts, and mar our solitude!
Such scenes move not their feelings—for they hold
No fellowship with nature’s loneliness;
The frozen wave reflects not back the gold
And crimson flushes of the sunset hour;
The rock lies cold in sunshine—not the power
Of heaven’s bright orb can clothe its barrenness.

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