Ode on Solitude
Alexander Pope
1688 to 1744
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Steal from the world, and not a stone
Content to breathe his native air,
Tell where I lie.
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Happy the man, whose wish and care
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
A few paternal acres bound,
In health of body, peace of mind,
In his own ground.
With meditation.
And innocence, which most does please
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
In winter fire.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Together mix'd; sweet recreation;