I'm getting paper.
Oh 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 trade these scenes with thee,
yet the sweet converse of an innovent 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 they haunts two kindred spirits flee.