O Solitude, O Solitude, You weren’t this gloomy, I believed— Once a ray of bliss, once an only hope; But now I think I was, and am, deceived. Forsaking, for a life whose unfair streams Drowned me in a delusion of dreams! Cold are your hands, but I remember Once, those hands were heavenly beams. Underneath the dark earth, when shall I lie? There are you too, O Solitude, O Solitude. The lonely nightly sky—ah, I can't believe— Was the home of mine, but now you deceive! I remember the bittersweetness of your wait; Now you belong to the world—woe to my fate. The open and endless moors, and above them, A solitary sky of my buried dreams. When I call upon you, you hear, O Solitude, O Solitude. In the depths of blue, sunken water, Your rage trembles the ground. O Solitude, come to me again with The same tranquility—I don't want them around. You were in the icy breeze of mere winter— Come as you came, O Solitude, O Solitude.