John Keats

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, on

Published in Poem Of The Day

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 river's 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 pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

About this poem

About John Keats
John Keats was born in London in 1795. An influential English Romantic poet, he published several books of poetry during his lifetime, including "Endymion" (1818) and "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems" (1821). He died of tuberculosis in February of 1821.

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This poem is in the public domain. Distributed by King Features Syndicate





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