Solitude

A moment of solitude is a moment of clarity, A moment of peace, to find one's thoughts, Nature beckons thy attention to reminisce in truth and not faulty. Hear the robins sing and the darkling thrust that finds joy as winter passes. The howling of the wind, the shading of trees The blossoms of flowers that greets thy presence, Simply to find pleasure with her, For it cost nothing to admire and be in her presence. Listen to the tree nymphs as they shy away but be playful to thee, They that led thee to Rhea, she whose beauty be the wild of nature; And find a place where ye find thy weary head a rest, in the bosoms of her. Let he that finds peace in solitude be true to where it be found, That be not in the company of a tyrant, but in her fertility. Be drunk with the wine of Dionysus, for solitude is the drunkenness of a heart that's wanting.