For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree

Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—"Remember me!

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

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

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.