To Solitude

 O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,

Let it not be among the jumbled heap

Of murly buildings: climb with me the steep, -

Nature's observatory - whence the dell,

In 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 refined,

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.

John Keats . 1796-1820

Dear Jean & Sonia: I found myself reminiscing; smiling at our memorable moments, wishing for more time together, and longing for that solitude this magical island brought.   A little peak at what's to come here...