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 />In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, <br />May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep <br />'Mongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, <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/o-solitude-if-i-must-with-thee-dwell/
