Thomas Hardy - Misconception lyrics

I busied myself to find a sure    Snug hermitage That should preserve my Love secure    From the world's rage; Where no unseemly saturnals,   Or strident traffic-roars, Or hum of intervolved cabals   Should echo at her doors. I laboured that the diurnal spin    Of vanities Should not contrive to s** her in    By dark degrees, And cunningly operate to blur   Sweet teachings I had begun; And then I went full-heart to her   To expound the glad deeds done. She looked at me, and said thereto    With a pitying smile, "And THIS is what has busied you    So long a while? O poor exhausted one, I see   You have worn you old and thin For naught! Those moils you fear for me   I find most pleasure in!"