A Deadly Swarm

I realized yesterday that it's been a while since I shared a poem. Here's a verse by Milton. Poor Milton. I feel his pain.

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek

This unfrequented place to find some ease,

Ease to the body some, none to the mind

From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm

Of Hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone,

But rushing upon me thronging, and present

Time past, what once I was, and what am now.