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                                      1816
                     O SOLITUDE! IF I MUST WITH THEE DWELL
                                 by John Keats

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.

                        THE END