O SOLITUDE d’Henry Purcell by Alfred Deller

O Solitude O solitude, my sweetest choice! Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult and from noise, How ye my restless thoughts delight! O solitude, my sweetest choice! O heav’ns! what content is mine To see these trees, which have appear’d From the nativity of time, And which all ages have rever’d, To look today as fresh and green As when their beauties first were seen. O, how agreeable a sight These hanging mountains do appear, Which th’ unhappy would invite To finish