Saturday, January 15, 2011

To Solitude - John Keats

Apparently this was the first poem Keats ever published.  Obviously, he was quite a talented person!

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.
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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