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

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

Wildness is my suiting scene.

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

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.

I live here among the ignorant like a lost man in fact like one whom the rest seems careless of having anything to do with — they hardly dare talk in my company for fear I shoud mention them in my writings & I find more pleasure in wandering the fields then in mixing among my silent neighbours who are insensible of everything but toiling & talking of it & that to no purpose.