to live alone, an isoted thg

to see the by begs round thee srg,

and care for none thy cal solitude,

a flower that scarce

eathes the desert rude

to zehyr’s assg g

not the swart ariah so dian grove,

lone, lean, and hunted by his

other’s hate,

hath drunk so dee the cu of bitter fate

as that oor wretch who cannot, cannot love:

he bears a load which nothg can reove,

a killg, witherg weight

he □□iles--’tis sorrow’s deadliest ockery

he seaks--the ld words flow not fro his soul

he acts like others, dras the genial bowl,--

yet, yet he longs--although he fears--to die