Solitude

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Grant, O ye healing Nymphs, that have your haunts
By rock and stream and lonely forest-glade,
The boon which, in their bosoms' silent depths,
Your votaries crave! Unto the sad of heart
Give comfort -- knowledge unto him that doubts --
Possession to the lover, and its joy.
For unto you the Gods have given, what they
Denied to man -- to aid and to console
All those soe'er, who put their trust in you.

M.