Poems (Sharpless)/Song
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For works with similar titles, see Song.
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"Solitude is sweet; but one needs ever a friend to whom one can say,'How sweet is solitude!'"
Merry it is in the grand old woods, Where ferns and the mosses grow,And oh! I wish in those solitudes, I could wander the whole day through;Yes, I would wander,—but not alone,I would have some laughter to echo my own.
Sweet would the song of the wood-birds seem, Hidden 'mid clustering leaves,And tender the murmuring sound of the stream, As one who rebels not, yet grieves;But sweeter, I ween, and more tender would beThe vows I should hear 'neath the greenwood tree.
Solitude, solitude surely is sweet, In the heart of the forest dim;Where the pulses of life in the still air beat, Like the cadence of a hymn;But I'd rather have one whom I love to say"How sweet is the solitude here to-day."