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- 1816
- O SOLITUDE! IF I MUST WITH THEE DWELL
- by John Keats
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- 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.
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- THE END
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