Classic Poem

At length escap'd from ev'ry human eye,
From ev'ry duty ev'ry care
That in my mournful thoughts might claim a share,
Or force my tears their flowing stream to dry,
Beneath the gloom of this embow'ring shade,
This lone retreat for tender Sorrow made,
I now may give my burden'd heart relief,
And pour forth all my stores of grief;
Of grief surpassing ev'ry other wo
Far as the purest bliss the happiest love
Can on the ennobled mind bestow
Exceeds the vulgar joys that move
Our gross desires inelegant and low.