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