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.    these lyrics are submitted by burkul