A time for peace

Name: Chad

To Solitude, 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 pavillion’d, 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 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.


OAP: During sophomore year I decided to pray about my papers, to ask God to chose the piece I was going to explicate. I started to explicate this about 3 hours ago, roughly 2 AM, and when I started I thought there was no way that God was going to guide me here, simply because I was being irresponsible with my time. I was wrong. I just wrote a paper on this so forgive me for not going into detail on what this poem did with me, I just want to make some comments about the night in general. It was good, here I am at 4:45, with a huge US history test tomorrow, and an explication due, yet here I am, sitting in my robe in my Lazy Boy, drinking Iced Tea and I can honestly say it was a good night, not even just good as in I got done what needed to get done but good as in enjoyable, I even took a break around 4 to arrange a photo wall. I enjoyed tonight when there is no reason that I should have, it was relaxing even when I am on a time crunch, it was spiritually fulfilling even when it was academic. Now I may not feel this way in an hour and a half when I have to get up, but I am thankful for tonight. God worked here.