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22 lines
931 B
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1816
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O SOLITUDE! IF I MUST WITH THEE DWELL
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by John Keats
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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
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Let it not be among the jumbled heap
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Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-
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Nature's observatory- whence the dell,
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Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
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May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
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'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
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Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
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But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
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Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
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Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
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Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
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Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
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When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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THE END
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