Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.