Now I know why it is I love you, Loneliness;
Why it is I grieve and sicken when you are not with me;
For how does it happen a person loves
This one, or that one?
We love them because they give us ourselves;
In them we find the delight of ourselves,
But with others our self is dim, or is lost.

Oh, you most of all are to be loved.
Loneliness;
You are the true companion!
Oh, perfectly you give me back myself,
As a mirror, Loneliness.