Explore "Solitude" by Lewis Carroll on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ I love the stillness of the wood: / I love the music of the rill: / I love to couch in pensive mood / Upon some silent hill.
/ Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, / The silver-crested ripples pass; / And, like a mimic brook, the breeze / Whispers among the grass.