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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
VI. The Praise of a Solitary Life
By William Drummond, of Hawthornden (1585–1649)
THRICE happy he who by some shady grove,
Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own;
Though solitary, who is not alone,
But doth converse with that eternal love.
O how more sweet is bird’s harmonious moan,        5
Or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove,
Than those smooth whisperings near a prince’s throne,
Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve!
Or how more sweet is Zephyr’s wholesome breath,
And sighs embalmed which new-born flowers unfold,        10
Than that applause vain honor doth bequeath!
How sweet are streams to poison drunk in gold!
  The world is full of horrors, troubles, slights;
  Woods’ harmless shades have only true delights.

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