John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

To Solitude - Poem by John Keats

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 pavilion'd, 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 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.

Comments about To Solitude by John Keats

  • Freshman - 767 Points John S (11/5/2015 12:03:00 AM)

    Not a high rating which is too bad. From around the time of the Romantics back, the writing was complex and harder to understand. I bought an anthology of Keats poems on my Kindle and it took a few days for me to get used to the old English style of writing. I recommend you do the same ye students of language and rhetoric. This is a beautiful poem. I think it is an 8.
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    If I must be in solitude, let it not be in a dense, murky city. Let me climb over mountains high into a beautiful valley. But, if I really had the choice, let me be with a kindred spirit with thoughts refin'd It's Keats soul's pleasure Almost the highest bliss of human-kind
    I mean what could be better than being alone with a beautiful, intelligent lover in the wilderness, for two is better than one.
    so to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Antonia Anthony (11/21/2006 11:47:00 AM)

    Not one of Keats finest, however, i can relate, sometimes onr just needs solitude without the complications of outside voices, breathing, and other things that human beings do.. just to be annoying! But i suspect this was writting in one of keats infamous depression-like states. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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