How one can prefer society's noise

To solitude's tranquillity

Is more than the true lover

Of nature can comprehend.

For how can such infinite beauty

As our heavenly Father spreads before us

Be adequately appreciated

While in a crowd of people,

Talking when they have

Nothing to say,

Who go on and on

And never know when to end?

It's indisputable:

Contemplating nature and garrulity

Are incompatible.

On forays into the wild,

Give me a souful quiet,

And possibly a companion

(Or two or three)

Who know the value of silence.