In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.

In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.

My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.

Wildness is my suiting scene.