John Keats. "O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell"

            O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
              Let it not be among the jumbled heap
              Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
            Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
            Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
              May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
              'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
            Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
            But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
              Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
            Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
              Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
            Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
              When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.