Friday, July 25, 2008


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 rivers crystal swell,

May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep

'Mongst boughs pavilioned; where the Deer's swift leap

Startles the wild Bee from the Fox-glove bell.

Ah! fain would I frequent such scenes with thee;

But 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.

- John Keats