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John Keats - Sonnet VII. To Solitude
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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,
In flowery slopes, its river`s 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 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.
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