 O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Alana Jordan, in the great state of Missouri. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer-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 refined, is my soul's pleasure, and it sure must be, amongst the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Ann Cheng. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure, and it sure must be, almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlyn Cooper. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure, and it sure must be, amongst the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Iswa, in Belgium, in May 2008. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Foreign Girl, 16th of May, West Country United Kingdom. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by J.C. Guan, Montreal, May 2008. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings, climb with me to 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be among the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by J.C. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Lianne Howlett. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Matt Bonhoff. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be among the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Megan Conkel. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, to kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Mikaela Matthew, on the 14th of May 2008 in Armstrong. 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 slope, its river crystal swell, may seem a span. Let me thy vigils keep, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, who kindred of spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by PepsiBoo. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings, climb with me to 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leap, startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I'd 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 among the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, who kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Rachel Linton, Bristol, UK. 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leap, startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I'd 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 humankind, when to thy haunts, two kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by secrets. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, let it not be amongst 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, two kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Sergio Valdele, Rome May 2008. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, let it not be amongst 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be almost the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, two kindred spirits flee. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Sergio Valdele, Rome May 2008. O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell, let it not be amongst 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, amongst boughs pavilioned, 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 refined, is my soul's pleasure. And it sure must be among the highest bliss of humankind, when to thy haunts, two kindred spirits flee.