I sit on wers to wise o'er f To slowy tre the first's shty sele P if ve we nɔt, woati scene to We th Alatter'd follow I. sought yone. this, this is sol 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, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove 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 refined, 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. SONNET. Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild, I shall not want the world's delusive joys; |