TO SOLITUDE 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