I COME, ye lovely wild-wood groves,
Where placid contemplation roves,
And breathes untroubled air;
I come to woo your genial sweets,
To wander in your green retreats,
And lose the sense of care.
Unformed to brook the vulgar strife
And heartlessness of worldly life,
I court your silent gloom—
Where Thought may nurse, without annoy,