Why, when my heart feels loneliest,
I love to be alone so well?
Is it because e’en friendship’s joy
Recalls the mem’ry of the past,
And lifts the dark impervious veil
Which death has o’er my pleasures cast?
I cannot tell; I am not vers’d
In the heart’s deep philosophy;
I only know when sad I feel,
Dear Solitude! I fly to thee!