Keats was one of my favorite poets starting when I was about 13, I memorized his entire Ode to the Nightingale at that time, and I've never forgotten it. This is perfect, thank you!
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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, 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.
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My soul’s pleasure
Keats was one of my favorite poets starting when I was about 13, I memorized his entire Ode to the Nightingale at that time, and I've never forgotten it.
This is perfect, thank you!
I am a poet and actor, and I need your support to keep creating. On my Patreon page, you'll get exclusive weekly videos, behind-the-scenes updates, and insights into my writing and acting journey.
By supporting my Patreon, you also help me maintain my UA-cam channel, where my poetry reaches people all around the world. Your support allows me to produce more content and share my passion with you.
Thank you for your support!
🙌 Patreon: www.patreon.com/ArthurLWood
📚 My Books: ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop
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,
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.