He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.