I am monarch of all I survey;
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the brute
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
This is the first verse of a poem with six verses. You can read the rest here
The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk
Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m’effraient
(I am terrified by the eternal silence of these spaces).