John Keats - To Solitude lyrics

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let dwell it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky building; climb with me the steep,- Nature's observatory- whence the dell It's flowery slopes, its river 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 please; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.