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. 


(Thanks to Paul for these lyrics)