I hate the very noise of troublous man
Who did and does me all the harm he can
Free from the world I would a prisoner be
And my own shadow all my company
And lonely see the shooting stars appear
Worlds rushing into judgment all the year
O lead me onward to the loneliest shade
The darkest place that quiet ever made
Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold
And shut up green and open into gold
Farewell to poesy--and leave the will
Take all the world away--and leave me still
The mirth and music of a woman's voice
That bids the heart be happy and rejoice