VII

I love tranquil solitude,

And such society

As is quiet, wise, and good

Between thee and me

What difference? but thou dost possess

The things I seek, not love them less.

VIIII love Love—though he has wings,

And like light can flee,

But above all other things,

Spirit, I love thee—

Thou art love and life! Oh, come,

Make once more my heart thy home.