Classic Poem

Lonely and deep in thought I go, a wayfarer through unfrequented fields, with heavy steps and slow; and fix my gaze to shun the trace of human foot.
No other ward I find to shield me from men's manifest notice; since I am naked of all happiness all men may read without how I do burn within.
Thus I now think that hills and slopes, rivers and woods must know the temper of my mind, else hidden from the world.
And yet no ways I seek, however rugged and however wild, but Love comes too, reasoning with me, and I with him.