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HE SEEKS SOLITUDE, BUT LOVE FOLLOWS HIM EVERYWHERE.
Alone, and lost in thought, the desert glade / Measuring I roam with ling'ring steps and slow; / And still a watchful glance around me throw, / Anxious to shun the print of human tread: / No other means I find, no surer aid / From the world's prying eye to hide my woe: / So well my wild disorder'd gestures show, / And love lorn looks, the fire within me bred, / That well I deem each mountain, wood and plain, / And river knows, what I from man conceal, / What dreary hues my life's fond prospects dim.