Flowery Slopes

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'
It's flowery slopes, it's 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 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 refine'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.

Keats