Текст песни Delicious Solitude

When we have run, we have run We have run our passion's heat. When we have run, we have run Love hither makes his best retreat. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants The plants will growing. All but rude, delicious solitude. When we have run, we have run The quiet fair, have found thee here. When we have run, we have run And innocence, thy sister dear. No white nor red was ever seen, Amorous as this green Was ever seen. All but rude, delicious solitude. All but rude, delicious solitude. All but rude, delicious solitude.