Solitude: An Ode poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster

A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

I.

How happy he, who free from care

The rage of courts, and noise of towns;

Contented breaths his native air,

In his own grounds.

II.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire,

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire.

III.

Blest! who can unconcern’dly find

Hours, days, and years slide swift away,

In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

IV.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mix’d; sweet recreation,

And innocence, which most does please,

With meditation.

V.

Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me dye;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lye.

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