Sonnet. (O Take Me From…) Poem by Susan Evance

O TAKE me from the hated haunts of man;
O hide me on some rock-encompass'd shore,
Where I may spend unseen life's little span,
And never hear of guilt and misery more
There a Recluse, within some lonely cave,
I'll read, and watch, and meditate, and pray;
I'll list the murmurs of the rolling wave,
And mark the rising and the setting ray;
No helpless animals for me shall bleed;
The hand of nature shall my wants supply-
I'll view them as at liberty they feed,
And their delight shall be my luxury.
O how I long for solitude like this!
For nature's innocence, and nature's bliss.