It is said that this song was first written down in Doriath and should be attributed to Daeron, though that might be conjecture.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness,
O how much do I love your solitariness.
From fame's desire, from love's delight retir'd,
In these sad groves an hermit's life I led,
And those false pleasures which once I admir'd,
With sad remembrance of my fall, I dread.
To birds to trees, to earth, impart I this,
For she less secret, and as senseless is.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness,
O how much do I love your solitariness.
You woods, in you the fairest Nymphs have walked,
Nymphs at whose sight all hearts did yield to Love.
You woods in whom dear lovers oft have talked,
How do you now a place of mourning prove,
Dear woods, my Mistress saith this is the doom,
Thou art love's childbed, nursery, and tomb.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness,
O how much do I love your solitariness.
OOC: This is a slightly altered first and fourth verse of "O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness" by John Dowland.
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