第8章

THEEND.

1816

ODETOPSYCHE

byJohnKeats

OGoddess!hearthesetunelessnumbers,wrung

Bysweetenforcementandremembrancedear,

Andpardonthatthysecretsshouldbesung

Evenintothineownsoft—conchedear:

SurelyIdreamtto—day,ordidIsee

ThewingedPsychewithawaken’deyes?

Iwander’dinaforestthoughtlessly,

And,onthesudden,faintingwithsurprise,

Sawtwofaircreatures,couchedsidebyside

Indeepestgrass,beneaththewhisp’ringroof

Ofleavesandtrembledblossoms,wherethereran

Abrooklet,scarceespied:

’Midhush’d,cool—rootedflowers,fragrant—eyed,

Blue,silver—white,andbuddedTyrian,

Theylaycalm—breathingonthebeddedgrass;

Theirarmsembraced,andtheirpinionstoo;

Theirlipstouch’dnot,buthadnotbadeadieu,

Asifdisjoinedbysoft—handedslumber,

Andreadystillpastkissestooutnumber

Attendereye—dawnofauroreanlove:

ThewingedboyIknew;

Butwhowastthou,Ohappy,happydove?

HisPsychetrue!

Olatestbornandloveliestvisionfar

OfallOlympus’fadedhierarchy!

FairerthanPhoebe’ssapphire—region’dstar,

OrVesper,amorousglow—wormofthesky;

Fairerthanthese,thoughtemplethouhastnone,

Noraltarheap’dwithflowers;

Norvirgin—choirtomakedeliciousmoan

Uponthemidnighthours;

Novoice,nolute,nopipe,noincensesweet

Fromchain—swungcenserteeming;

Noshrine,nogrove,nooracle,noheat

Ofpale—mouth’dprophetdreaming.

Obrightest!thoughtoolateforantiquevows,

Too,toolateforthefondbelievinglyre,

Whenholywerethehauntedforestboughs,

Holytheair,thewater,andthefire;

Yeteveninthesedayssofarretir’d

Fromhappypieties,thylucentfans,

FlutteringamongthefaintOlympians,

Isee,andsing,bymyowneyesinspir’d.

Soletmebethychoir,andmakeamoan

Uponthemidnighthours;

Thyvoice,thylute,thypipe,thyincensesweet

Fromswingedcenserteeming;

Thyshrine,thygrove,thyoracle,thyheat

Ofpale—mouth’dprophetdreaming.

Yes,Iwillbethypriest,andbuildafane

Insomeuntroddenregionofmymind,

Wherebranchedthoughts,newgrownwithpleasantpain,

Insteadofpinesshallmurmurinthewind:

Far,fararoundshallthosedark—cluster’dtrees

Fledgethewild—ridgedmountainssteepbysteep;

Andtherebyzephyrs,streams,andbirds,andbees,

Themoss—lainDryadsshallbelull’dtosleep;

Andinthemidstofthiswidequietness

ArosysanctuarywillIdress

Withthewreath’dtrellisofaworkingbrain,

Withbuds,andbells,andstarswithoutaname,

WithallthegardenerFancye’ercouldfeign,

Whobreedingflowers,willneverbreedthesame:

Andthereshallbefortheeallsoftdelight

Thatshadowythoughtcanwin,

Abrighttorch,andacasementopeatnight,

ToletthewarmLovein!

THEEND.

1816

ONADREAM

byJohnKeats

AsHermesoncetooktohisfeatherslight

WhenlulledArgus,baffled,swoon’dandslept,

SoonaDelphicreedmyidlespright

Soplay’d,socharm’d,soconquer’d,sobereft

Thedragon—worldofallitshundredeyes,

And,seeingitasleep,sofledaway:

NottopureIdawithitssnow—coldskies,

NoruntoTempewhereJovegriev’daday;

Buttothatsecondcircleofsadhell,

Where’midthegust,thewhirlwind,andtheflaw

Ofrainandhail—stones,loversneednottell

Theirsorrows.PalewerethesweetlipsIsaw,

PalewerethelipsIkiss’d,andfairtheform

Ifloatedwith,aboutthatmelancholystorm.

THEEND.

1816

ONFIRSTLOOKINGINTOCHAPMAN’SHOMER

byJohnKeats

MuchhaveItravell’dintherealmsofgold,

Andmanygoodlystatesandkingdomsseen;

RoundmanywesternislandshaveIbeen

WhichbardsinfealtytoApollohold.

OftofonewideexpansehadIbeentold

Thatdeep—brow’dHomerruledashisdemesne;

YetdidIneverbreatheitspureserene

TillIheardChapmanspeakoutloudandbold:

ThenfeltIlikesomewatcheroftheskies

Whenanewplanetswimsintohisken;

OrlikestoutCortezwhenwitheagleeyes

Hestar’datthePacific—andallhismen

Look’dateachotherwithawildsurmise—

Silent,uponapeakinDarien.

THEEND.

1816

ONSITTINGDOWNTOREADKINGLEARONCEAGAIN

byJohnKeats

OgoldentonguedRomance,withserenelute!

FairplumedSyren,Queenoffar—away!

Leavemelodizingonthiswintryday,

Shutupthineoldenpages,andbemute:

Adieu!foronceagainthefiercedispute

Betwixtdamnationandimpassion’dclay

MustIburnthrough;oncemorehumblyassay

Thebitter—sweetofthisShakespearianfruit.

ChiefPoet!andyecloudsofAlbion,

Begettersofourdeepeternaltheme!

WhenthroughtheoldoakForestIamgone,

Letmenotwanderinabarrendream,

ButwhenIamconsumedinthefire,

GivemenewPhoenixwingstoflyatmydesire.

THEEND.

1816

ONVISITINGTHETOMBOFBURNS

byJohnKeats

Thetown,thechurchyard,andthesettingsun,

Theclouds,thetrees,theroundedhillsallseem,

Thoughbeautiful,cold—strange—asinadream

Idreamedlongago,nownewbegun.

Theshort—liv’d,palysummerisbutwon

Fromwinter’sagueforonehour’sgleam;

Throughsapphirewarmtheirstarsdoneverbeam:

AlliscoldBeauty;painisneverdone.

Forwhohasmindtorelish,Minos—wise,

TherealofBeauty,freefromthatdeadhue

Sicklyimaginationandsickpride

Castwanuponit?Burns!withhonourdue

Iofthavehonour’dthee.Greatshadow,hide

Thyface;Isinagainstthynativeskies.

THEEND.

1816

OVERTHEHILLANDOVERTHEDALE

byJohnKeats

Overthehillandoverthedale,

AndoverthebourntoDawlish—

Wheregingerbreadwiveshaveascantysale

Andgingerbreadnutsaresmallish.

RantipoleBettysherandownahill

Andkickedupherpetticoatsfairly;

SaysII’llbeJackifyouwillbeGill—

Soshesatonthegrassdebonairly.

Here’ssomebodycoming,here’ssomebodycoming!

SaysI’tisthewindataparley;

Sowithoutanyfussanyhawingandhumming

Shelayonthegrassdebonairly.

Here’ssomebodyhereandhere’ssomebodythere!

SaysIholdyourtongueyouyoungGipsey;

Sosheheldhertongueandlayplumpandfair

AnddeadasaVenustipsy.

Owhowouldn’thietoDawlishfair,

Owhowouldn’tstopinaMeadow,

Owhowouldnotrumplethedaisiesthere

Andmakethewildfernforabeddo!

THEEND.

1816

SLEEPANDPOETRY

byJohnKeats

AsIlayinmybedslepefullunmete

Wasuntome,butwhythatInemight

RestInewist,fortheren’aserthlywight

[AsIsuppose]hadmoreofhertisese

ThanI,forIn’adsicknessenordisese.

CHAUCER

Whatismoregentlethanawindinsummer?

Whatismoresoothingthantheprettyhummer

Thatstaysonemomentinanopenflower,

Andbuzzescheerilyfrombowertobower?

Whatismoretranquilthanamusk—roseblowing

Inagreenisland,farfromallmen’sknowing?

Morehealthfulthantheleafinessofdales?

Moresecretthananestofnightingales?

MoreserenethanCordelia’scountenance?

Morefullofvisionsthanahighromance?

What,buttheeSleep?Softcloserofoureyes!

Lowmurmureroftenderlullabies!

Lighthovereraroundourhappypillows!

Wreatherofpoppybuds,andweepingwillows!

Silententanglerofabeauty’stresses!

Mosthappylistener!whenthemorningblesses

Theeforenliveningallthecheerfuleyes

Thatglancesobrightlyatthenewsun—rise.

Butwhatishigherbeyondthoughtthanthee?

Fresherthanberriesofamountaintree?

Morestrange,morebeautiful,moresmooth,moreregal,

Thanwingsofswans,thandoves,thandim—seeneagle?

Whatisit?AndtowhatshallIcompareit?

Ithasaglory,andnaughtelsecanshareit:

Thethoughtthereofisawful,sweet,andholy,

Chasingawayallworldlinessandfolly;

Comingsometimeslikefearfulclapsofthunder,

Orthelowrumblingsearth’sregionsunder;

Andsometimeslikeagentlewhispering

Ofallthesecretsofsomewond’rousthing

Thatbreathesaboutusinthevacantair;

Sothatwelookaroundwithpryingstare,

Perhapstoseeshapesoflight,aeriallimning,

Andcatchsoftfloatingsfromafaint—heardhymning;

Toseethelaurelwreath,onhighsuspended,

Thatistocrownournamewhenlifeisended.

Sometimesitgivesaglorytothevoice,

Andfromtheheartup—springs,rejoice!rejoice!

SoundswhichwillreachtheFramerofallthings,

Anddieawayinardentmutterings.

Noonewhooncetheglorioussunhasseen,

Andalltheclouds,andfelthisbosomclean

ForhisgreatMaker’spresence,butmustknow

What’tisImean,andfeelhisbeingglow:

ThereforenoinsultwillIgivehisspirit,

Bytellingwhatheseesfromnativemerit.

OPoesy!fortheeIholdmypen

Thatamnotyetagloriousdenizen

Ofthywideheaven—ShouldIratherkneel

Uponsomemountain—topuntilIfeel

Aglowingsplendourroundaboutmehung,

Andechobackthevoiceofthineowntongue?

OPoesy!fortheeIgraspmypen

Thatamnotyetagloriousdenizen

Ofthywideheaven;yet,tomyardentprayer,

Yieldfromthysanctuarysomeclearair,

Smooth’dforintoxicationbythebreath

Offloweringbays,thatImaydieadeath

Ofluxury,andmyyoungspiritfollow

Themorningsun—beamstothegreatApollo

Likeafreshsacrifice;or,ifIcanbear

Theo’erwhelmingsweets,’twillbringtomethefair

Visionsofallplaces:abowerynook

Willbeelysium—aneternalbook

WhenceImaycopymanyalovelysaying

Abouttheleaves,andflowers—abouttheplaying

Ofnymphsinwoods,andfountains;andtheshade

Keepingasilenceroundasleepingmaid;

Andmanyaversefromsostrangeinfluence

Thatwemusteverwonderhow,andwhence

Itcame.Alsoimaginingswillhover

Roundmyfire—side,andhaplytherediscover

Vistasofsolemnbeauty,whereI’dwander

Inhappysilence,liketheclearMeander

Throughitslonevales;andwhereIfoundaspot

Ofawfullershade,oranenchantedgrot,

Oragreenhillo’erspreadwithchequer’ddress

Offlowers,andfearfulfromitsloveliness,

Writeonmytabletsallthatwaspermitted,

Allthatwasforourhumansensesfitted.

ThentheeventsofthiswideworldI’dseize

Likeastronggiant,andmyspiritteaze

Tillatitsshouldersitshouldproudlysee

Wingstofindoutanimmortality.

Stopandconsider!lifeisbutaday;

Afragiledew—droponitsperilousway

Fromatree’ssummit;apoorIndian’ssleep

Whilehisboathastenstothemonstroussteep

OfMontmorenci.Whysosadamoan?

Lifeistherose’shopewhileyetunblown;

Thereadingofanever—changingtale;

Thelightupliftingofamaiden’sveil;

Apigeontumblinginclearsummerair;

Alaughingschool—boy,withoutgrieforcare,

Ridingthespringybranchesofanelm.

Ofortenyears,thatImayoverwhelm

Myselfinpoesy;soImaydothedeed

Thatmyownsoulhastoitselfdecreed.

ThenwillIpassthecountriesthatIsee

Inlongperspective,andcontinually

Tastetheirpurefountains.FirsttherealmI’llpass

OfFlora,andoldPan:sleepinthegrass,

Feeduponapplesred,andstrawberries,

Andchooseeachpleasurethatmyfancysees;

Catchthewhite—handednymphsinshadyplaces,

Towoosweetkissesfromavertedfaces,—

Playwiththeirfingers,touchtheirshoulderswhite

Intoaprettyshrinkingwithabite

Ashardaslipscanmakeit:tillagreed,

Alovelytaleofhumanlifewe’llread.

Andonewillteachatamedovehowitbest

Mayfanthecoolairgentlyo’ermyrest;

Another,bendingo’erhernimbletread,

Willsetagreenrobefloatingroundherhead,

Andstillwilldancewithevervariedease,

Smilingupontheflowersandthetrees:

Anotherwillenticemeon,andon

Throughalmondblossomsandrichcinnamon;

Tillinthebosomofaleafyworld

Werestinsilence,liketwogemsupcurl’d

Intherecessesofapearlyshell.

AndcanIeverbidthesejoysfarewell?

Yes,Imustpassthemforanoblerlife,

WhereImayfindtheagonies,thestrife

Ofhumanhearts:forlo!Iseeafar,

O’ersailingthebluecragginess,acar

Andsteedswithstreamymanes—thecharioteer

Looksoutuponthewindswithgloriousfear:

Andnowthenumeroustramplingsquiverlightly

Alongahugecloud’sridge;andnowwithsprightly

Wheeldownwardcometheyintofresherskies,

Tiptroundwithsilverfromthesun’sbrighteyes.

Stilldownwardwithcapaciouswhirltheyglide;

AndnowIseethemonthegreen—hill’sside

Inbreezyrestamongthenoddingstalks.

Thecharioteerwithwond’rousgesturetalks

Tothetreesandmountains;andtheresoonappear

Shapesofdelight,ofmystery,andfear,

Passingalongbeforeaduskyspace

Madebysomemightyoaks:astheywouldchase

Someever—fleetingmusicontheysweep.

Lo!howtheymurmur,laugh,andsmile,andweep:

Somewithupholdenhandandmouthsevere;

Somewiththeirfacesmuffledtotheear

Betweentheirarms;some,clearinyouthfulbloom,

Gogladandsmilinglyathwartthegloom;

Somelookingback,andsomewithupwardgaze;

Yes,thousandsinathousanddifferentways

Flitonward—nowalovelywreathofgirls

Dancingtheirsleekhairintotangledcurls;

Andnowbroadwings.Mostawfullyintent

Thedriverofthosesteedsisforwardbent,

Andseemstolisten:OthatImightknow

Allthathewriteswithsuchahurryingglow.

Thevisionsallarefled—thecarisfled

Intothelightofheaven,andintheirstead

Asenseofrealthingscomesdoublystrong,

And,likeamuddystream,wouldbearalong

Mysoultonothingness:butIwillstrive

Againstalldoubtings,andwillkeepalive

Thethoughtofthatsamechariot,andthestrange

Journeyitwent.

Istheresosmallarange

Inthepresentstrengthofmanhood,thatthehigh

Imaginationcannotfreelyfly

Asshewaswontofold?preparehersteeds,

Pawupagainstthelight,anddostrangedeeds

Upontheclouds?Hasshenotshownusall?

Fromtheclearspaceofether,tothesmall

Breathofnewbudsunfolding?Fromthemeaning

OfJove’slargeeye—brow,tothetendergreening

OfAprilmeadows?Hereheraltarshone,

E’eninthisisle;andwhocouldparagon

Thefervidchoirthatliftedupanoise

Ofharmony,towhereitayewillpoise

Itsmightyselfofconvolutingsound,

Hugeasaplanet,andlikethatrollround,

Eternallyaroundadizzyvoid?

Ay,inthosedaystheMuseswerenighcloy’d

Withhonors;norhadanyothercare

Thantosingoutandsooththeirwavyhair.

Couldallthisbeforgotten?Yes,aschism

Nurturedbyfopperyandbarbarism,

MadegreatApolloblushforthishisland.

Menwerethoughtwisewhocouldnotunderstand

Hisglories:withapulinginfant’sforce

Theysway’daboutuponarockinghorse,

AndthoughtitPegasus.Ahdismalsoul’d!

Thewindsofheavenblew,theoceanroll’d

Itsgatheringwaves—yefeltitnot.Theblue

Bareditseternalbosom,andthedew

Ofsummernightscollectedstilltomake

Themorningprecious:beautywasawake!

Whywereyenotawake?Butyeweredead

Tothingsyeknewnotof,—werecloselywed

Tomustylawslinedoutwithwretchedrule

Andcompassvile:sothatyetaughtaschool

Ofdoltstosmooth,inlay,andclip,andfit,

Till,likethecertainwandsofJacob’swit,

Theirversestallied.Easywasthetask:

Athousandhandicraftsmenworethemask

OfPoesy.Ill—fated,impiousrace!

ThatblasphemedthebrightLyristtohisface,

Anddidnotknowit,—no,theywentabout,

Holdingapoor,decrepidstandardout

Mark’dwithmostflimsymottos,andinlarge

ThenameofoneBoileau!

Oyewhosecharge

Itistohoverroundourpleasanthills!

Whosecongregatedmajestysofills

Myboundlyreverence,thatIcannottrace

Yourhallowednames,inthisunholyplace,

Sonearthosecommonfolk;didnottheirshames

Affrightyou?DidouroldlamentingThames

Delightyou?Didyeneverclusterround

DeliciousAvon,withamournfulsound,

Andweep?Ordidyewhollybidadieu

Toregionswherenomorethelaurelgrew?

Ordidyestaytogiveawelcoming

Tosomelonespiritswhocouldproudlysing

Theiryouthaway,anddie?’Twasevenso:

Butletmethinkawaythosetimesofwoe:

Now’tisafairerseason;yehavebreathed

Richbenedictionso’erus;yehavewreathed

Freshgarlands:forsweetmusichasbeenheard

Inmanyplaces;—somehasbeenupstirr’d

Fromoutitscrystaldwellinginalake,

Byaswan’sebonbill;fromathickbrake,

Nestedandquietinavalleymild,

Bubblesapipe;finesoundsarefloatingwild

Abouttheearth:happyareyeandglad.

Thesethingsaredoubtless:yetintruthwe’vehad

Strangethundersfromthepotencyofsong;

Mingledindeedwithwhatissweetandstrong,

Frommajesty:butincleartruththethemes

Areuglyclubs,thePoets’Polyphemes

Disturbingthegrandsea.Adrainlessshower

Oflightispoesy;’tisthesupremeofpower;

’Tismighthalfslumb’ringonitsownrightarm.

Theveryarchingsofhereye—lidscharm

Athousandwillingagentstoobey,

Andstillshegovernswiththemildestsway:

ButstrengthalonethoughoftheMusesborn

Islikeafallenangel:treesuptorn,

Darkness,andworms,andshrouds,andsepulchres

Delightit;foritfeedsupontheburrs,

Andthornsoflife;forgettingthegreatend

Ofpoesy,thatitshouldbeafriend

Tosooththecares,andliftthethoughtsofman.

YetIrejoice:amyrtlefairerthan

E’ergrewinPaphos,fromthebitterweeds

Liftsitssweetheadintotheair,andfeeds

Asilentspacewitheversproutinggreen.

Alltenderestbirdstherefindapleasantscreen,

Creepthroughtheshadewithjauntyfluttering,

Nibblethelittlecuppedflowersandsing.

Thenletusclearawaythechokingthorns

Fromrounditsgentlestem;lettheyoungfawns,

Yeanedinaftertimes,whenweareflown,

Findafreshswardbeneathit,overgrown

Withsimpleflowers:lettherenothingbe

Moreboisterousthanalover’sbendedknee;

Noughtmoreungentlethantheplacidlook

Ofonewholeansuponaclosedbook;

Noughtmoreuntranquilthanthegrassyslopes

Betweentwohills.Allhaildelightfulhopes!

Asshewaswont,th’imagination

Intomostlovelylabyrinthswillbegone,

Andtheyshallbeaccountedpoetkings

Whosimplytellthemostheart—easingthings.

OmaythesejoysberipebeforeIdie.

WillnotsomesaythatIpresumptuously

Havespoken?thatfromhasteningdisgrace

’Twerebetterfartohidemyfoolishface?

Thatwhiningboyhoodshouldwithreverencebow

Erethedreadthunderboltcouldreach?How!

IfIdohidemyself,itsureshallbe

Intheveryfane,thelightofPoesy:

IfIdofall,atleastIwillbelaid

Beneaththesilenceofapoplarshade;

Andovermethegrassshallbesmoothshaven;

Andthereshallbeakindmemorialgraven.

ButoffDespondence!miserablebane!

Theyshouldnotknowthee,whoathirsttogain

Anobleend,arethirstyeveryhour.

WhatthoughIamnotwealthyinthedower

Ofspanningwisdom;thoughIdonotknow

Theshiftingsofthemightywindsthatblow

Hitherandthitherallthechangingthoughts

Ofman:thoughnogreatminist’ringreasonsorts

Outthedarkmysteriesofhumansouls

Toclearconceiving:yetthereeverrolls

Avastideabeforeme,andIglean

Therefrommyliberty;thencetooI’veseen

TheendandaimofPoesy.’Tisclear

Asanythingmosttrue;asthattheyear

Ismadeofthefourseasons—manifest

Asalargecross,someoldcathedral’screst,

Liftedtothewhiteclouds.ThereforeshouldI

Bebuttheessenceofdeformity,

Acoward,didmyveryeye—lidswink

AtspeakingoutwhatIhavedaredtothink.

Ah!ratherletmelikeamadmanrun

Oversomeprecipice;letthehotsun

MeltmyDedalianwings,anddrivemedown

Convuls’dandheadlong!Stay!aninwardfrown

Ofconsciencebidsmebemorecalmawhile.

Anoceandim,sprinkledwithmanyanisle,

Spreadsawfullybeforeme.Howmuchtoil!

Howmanydays!whatdesperateturmoil!

EreIcanhaveexploreditswidenesses.

Ah,whatatask!uponmybendedknees,

Icouldunsaythose—no,impossible!

Impossible!

ForsweetreliefI’lldwell

Onhumblerthoughts,andletthisstrangeassay

Beguningentlenessdiesoaway.

E’ennowalltumultfrommybosomfades:

Iturnfullheartedtothefriendlyaids

Thatsmooththepathofhonour;brotherhood,

Andfriendlinessthenurseofmutualgood.

Theheartygraspthatsendsapleasantsonnet

Intothebrainereonecanthinkuponit;

Thesilencewhensomerhymesarecomingout;

Andwhenthey’recome,theverypleasantrout:

Themessagecertaintobedoneto—morrow.

’Tisperhapsaswellthatitshouldbetoborrow

Somepreciousbookfromoutitssnugretreat,

Toclusterrounditwhenwenextshallmeet.

ScarcecanIscribbleon;forlovelyairs

Areflutteringroundtheroomlikedovesinpairs;

Manydelightsofthatgladdayrecalling,

Whenfirstmysensescaughttheirtenderfalling.

Andwiththeseairscomeformsofelegance

Stoopingtheirshoulderso’erahorse’sprance,

Careless,andgrand—fingerssoftandround

Partingluxuriantcurls;—andtheswiftbound

OfBacchusfromhischariot,whenhiseye

MadeAriadne’scheeklookblushingly.

ThusIrememberallthepleasantflow

Ofwordsatopeningaportfolio.

Thingssuchastheseareeverharbingers

Totrainsofpeacefulimages:thestirs

Ofaswan’sneckunseenamongtherushes:

Alinnetstartingallaboutthebushes:

Abutterfly,withgoldenwingsbroadparted,

Nestlingarose,convuls’dasthoughitsmarted

Withoverpleasure—many,manymore,

MightIindulgeatlargeinallmystore

Ofluxuries:yetImustnotforget

Sleep,quietwithhispoppycoronet:

Forwhattheremaybeworthyintheserhymes

Ipartlyowetohim:andthus,thechimes

Offriendlyvoiceshadjustgivenplace

Toassweetasilence,whenI’ganretrace

Thepleasantday,uponacouchatease.

Itwasapoet’shousewhokeepsthekeys

Ofpleasure’stemple.Roundaboutwerehung

Thegloriousfeaturesofthebardswhosung

Inotherages—coldandsacredbusts

Smiledateachother.Happyhewhotrusts

ToclearFuturityhisdarlingfame!

Thentherewerefaunsandsatyrstakingaim

Atswellingappleswithafriskyleap

Andreachingfingers,’midalusciousheap

Ofvine—leaves.Thenthererosetoviewafane

Oflinymarble,andtheretoatrain

Ofnymphsapproachingfairlyo’erthesward:

One,loveliest,holdingherwhitehandtoward

Thedazzlingsun—rise:twosisterssweet

Bendingtheirgracefulfigurestilltheymeet

Overthetrippingsofalittlechild:

Andsomearehearing,eagerly,thewild

Thrillingliquidityofdewypiping.

See,inanotherpicture,nymphsarewiping

CherishinglyDiana’stimorouslimbs;—

Afoldoflawnymantledabblingswims

Atthebath’sedge,andkeepsagentlemotion

Withthesubsidingcrystal:aswhenocean

Heavescalmlyitsbroadswellingsmoothnesso’er

Itsrockymarge,andbalancesoncemore

Thepatientweeds;thatnowunshentbyfoam

Feelallabouttheirundulatinghome.

Sappho’smeekheadwastherehalfsmilingdown

Atnothing;justasthoughtheearnestfrown

Ofoverthinkinghadthatmomentgone

Fromoffherbrow,andleftherallalone.

GreatAlfred’stoo,withanxious,pityingeyes,

Asifhealwayslistenedtothesighs

Ofthegoadedworld;andKosciusko’sworn

Byhorridsuffrance—mightilyforlorn.

Petrarch,outsteppingfromtheshadygreen,

StartsatthesightofLaura;norcanwean

Hiseyesfromhersweetface.Mosthappythey!

Foroverthemwasseenafreedisplay

Ofout—spreadwings,andfrombetweenthemshone

ThefaceofPoesy:fromoffherthrone

Sheoverlook’dthingsthatIscarcecouldtell.

TheverysenseofwhereIwasmightwell

KeepSleepaloof:butmorethanthattherecame

Thoughtafterthoughttonourishuptheflame

Withinmybreast;sothatthemorninglight

Surprisedmeevenfromasleeplessnight;

AndupIroserefresh’d,andglad,andgay,

Resolvingtobeginthatveryday

Theselines;andhowsoevertheybedone,

Ileavethemasafatherdoeshisson.

THEEND.

1816

STANZAS

(\"INDREAR—NIGHTEDDECEMBER\")

byJohnKeats

STANZAS

I.

Indrear—nightedDecember,

Toohappy,happytree,

Thybranchesne’erremember

Theirgreenfelicity:

Thenorthcannotundothem,

Withasleetywhistlethroughthem;

Norfrozenthawingsgluethem

Frombuddingattheprime.

II.

Indrear—nightedDecember,

Toohappy,happybrook,

Thybubblingsne’erremember

Apollo’ssummerlook;

Butwithasweetforgetting,

Theystaytheircrystalfretting,

Never,neverpetting

Aboutthefrozentime.

III.

Ah!would’tweresowithmany

Agentlegirlandboy!

Butwerethereeverany

Writh’dnotofpassedjoy?

Thefeelofnottofeelit,

Whenthereisnonetohealit,

Nornumbedsensetosteelit,

Wasneversaidinrhyme.

THEEND.

1816

THEDAYISGONE,ANDALLITSSWEETSAREGONE!

byJohnKeats

Thedayisgone,andallitssweetsaregone!

Sweetvoice,sweetlips,softhand,andsofterbreast,

Warmbreath,lightwhisper,tendersemi—tone,

Brighteyes,accomplish’dshape,andlang’rouswaist!

Fadedtheflowerandallitsbuddedcharms,

Fadedthesightofbeautyfrommyeyes,

Fadedtheshapeofbeautyfrommyarms,

Fadedthevoice,warmth,whiteness,paradise—

Vanish’dunseasonablyatshutofeve,

Whentheduskholidayorholinight

Offragrant—curtain’dlovebeginstoweave

Thewoofofdarknessthick,forhiddelight;

But,asI’vereadlove’smissalthroughto—day,

He’llletmesleep,seeingIfastandpray.

THEEND.

1816

THEEVEOFSAINTMARK

byJohnKeats

UponaSabbath—dayitfell;

TwiceholywastheSabbath—bell

Thatcall’dthefolktoeveningprayer;

Thecitystreetswerecleanandfair

FromwholesomedrenchofAprilrains;

And,onthewesternwindowpanes,

Thechillysunsetfaintlytold

Ofunmatur’dgreenvalliescold,

Ofthegreenthornybloomlesshedge,

Ofriversnewwithspring—tidesedge,

Ofprimrosesbyshelter’drills,

Anddaisiesontheaguishhills.

TwiceholywastheSabbath—bell:

Thesilentstreetswerecrowdedwell

Withstaidandpiouscompanies,

Warmfromtheirfire—sideorat’ries,

Andmovingwithdemurestair

Toeven—songandvesperprayer.

Eacharchedporchandentrylow

Wasfill’dwithpatientfolkandslow,

Withwhispershush,andshufflingfeet,

Whileplay’dtheorganloudandsweet.

Thebellshadceas’d,theprayersbegun,

AndBerthahadnotyethalfdone

Acuriousvolume,patch’dandtorn,

Thatalldaylong,fromearliestmorn,

Hadtakencaptivehertwoeyes

Amongitsgoldenbroideries;

Perplex’dherwithathousandthings,—

ThestarsofHeaven,andangels’wings,

Martyrsinafieryblaze,

Azuresaintsinsilverrays,

Moses’breastplate,andtheseven

CandlesticksJohnsawinHeaven,

ThewingedLionofSaintMark,

AndtheCovenantalArk

Withitsmanymysteries,

Cherubimandgoldenmice.

Berthawasamaidenfair,

DwellingintheoldMinster—square;

Fromherfire—sideshecouldsee

Sidelongitsrichantiquity,

FarastheBishop’sgarden—wall;

Wheresycamoresandelm—treestall,

Full—leav’d,theforesthadoutstript,

Bynosharpnorth—windevernipt,

Soshelter’dbythemightypile.

Berthaarose,andreadawhile

Withforehead’gainstthewindow—pane.

Againshetry’d,andthenagain,

Untiltheduskeveleftherdark

UponthelegendofSt.Mark.

Fromplaitedlawn—frill,fineandthin,

Shelifteduphersoftwarmchin,

Withachingneckandswimmingeyes,

Anddaz’dwithsaintlyimageries.

Allwasgloom,andsilentall,

Savenowandthenthestillfoot—fall

Ofonereturninghomewardslate

Pasttheechoingminster—gate.

Theclamorousdaws,thatalltheday

Abovetree—topsandtowersplay,

Pairbypairhadgonetorest,

Eachinitsancientbelfry—nest,

Whereasleeptheyfallbetimes

Tomusicofthedrowsychimes.

Allwassilent,allwasgloom

Abroadandinthehomelyroom:

Downshesat,poorcheatedsoul!

Andstruckalampfromthedismalcoal;

Lean’dforwardwithbrightdroopinghair

Andslantbookfullagainsttheglare.

Hershadow,inuneasyguise,

hover’dabout,agiantsize,

Onceiling—beamandoldoakchair,

Theparrot’scage,andpanelsquare;

Andthewarmangledwinterscreen,

Onwhichweremanymonstersseen,

Call’ddovesofSiam,Limamice,

AndleglessbirdsofParadise,

Macaw,andtenderAvadavat,

Andsilken—furr’dAngoracat.

Untir’dsheread,hershadowstill

Glower’daboutasitwouldfill

Theroomwithwildestformsandshades,

Asthoughsomeghostlyqueenofspades

Hadcometomockbehindherback,

Anddance,andrufflehergarmentsblack.

Untir’dshereadthelegendpage

OfholyMark,fromyouthtoage,

Onland,onsea,inpaganchains,

Rejoicingforhismanypains.

SometimesthelearnedEremite

Withgoldenstar,ordaggerbright,

Referr’dtopiouspoesies

Writteninsmallestcrow—quillsize

Beneaththetext;andthustherhyme

Wasparcell’doutfromtimetotime:

\"Gifyewolstondenhardiewight—

Amiddesoftheblackenight—

Righteinthechurcheporch,pardie

Yewolbeholdacompanie

Approchentheefulldolourouse

Forsoothtosainfromeverichhouse

BeitinCityorvillage

WolcomethePhantomandimage

Ofilkagentandilkacarle

WhomcoldeDeathehathinparle

Andwolsomedaythatveryyear

Touchenwithfoulevenimespear

Andsadlydothemalltodie—

Hemallshaltthouseeverilie—

Andeverichonshallbytheepass

AllwhomustdiethatyearAlas

—Alswritithheofswevenis

Menhanbefornetheywakeinbliss,

Whannethathirfriendesthinkehembound

Incrimpedshroudefarreundergrounde;

Andhowalitlingchildmotebe

Asainteritsnativitie,

Gifthatthemodre(Godherblesse!)

Kepeninsolitarinesse,

Andkissendevoutetheholycroce.

OfGoddesloveandSathan’sforce

Hewritith;andthingesmanymo:

OfswichethingesImaynotshow,

BotImusttellenverilie

SomdelofSainteCicilie,

Andchiefliewhatheauctorethe

OfSainteMarkislifeanddethe:\"

Atlengthherconstanteyelidscome

Upontheferventmartyrdom;

Thenlastlytohisholyshrine,

Exaltamidthetapers’shine

AtVenice,—

THEEND.

1816

THEPOET

AFRAGMENT

byJohnKeats

Where’sthePoet?showhim!showhim,

Musesnine!thatImayknowhim!

’Tisthemanwhowithaman

Isanequal,beheKing

Orpoorestofthebeggar—clan,

Oranyotherwondrousthing

Amanmaybe’twixtapeandPlato;

’Tisthemanwhowithabird,

Wrenoreagle,findshiswayto

Allitsinstincts;hehathheard

Thelion’sroaring,andcantell

Whathishornythroatexpresseth,

Andtohimthetiger’syell

Comesarticulateandpresseth

Onhisearlikemother—tongue

THEEND.

1816

TO—

(\"WHATCANIDOTODRIVEAWAY\")

byJohnKeats

WhatcanIdotodriveaway

Remembrancefrommyeyes?fortheyhaveseen,

Aye,anhourago,mybrilliantQueen!

Touchhasamemory.Osay,love,say,

WhatcanIdotokillitandbefree

Inmyoldliberty?

WheneveryfaironethatIsawwasfair

Enoughtocatchmeinbuthalfasnare,

Notkeepmethere:

When,howe’erpoororparticolour’dthings,

Mymusehadwings,

Andeverreadywastotakehercourse

WhitherIbentherforce,

Unintellectual,yetdivinetome;—

Divine,Isay!—Whatsea—birdo’erthesea

Isaphilosopherthewhilehegoes

Wingingalongwherethegreatwaterthroes?

HowshallIdo

Togetanew

Thosemoultedfeathers,andsomountoncemore

Above,above

ThereachofflutteringLove,

AndmakehimcowerlowlywhileIsoar?

ShallIgulpwine?No,thatisvulgarism,

Aheresyandschism,

Foistedintothecanonlawoflove;—

No,—wineisonlysweettohappymen;

Moredismalcares

Seizeonmeunawares,—

WhereshallIlearntogetmypeaceagain?

Tobanishthoughtsofthatmosthatefulland,

Dungeonerofmyfriends,thatwickedstrand

Wheretheywerewreck’dandliveawreckedlife;

Thatmonstrousregion,whosedullriverspour

Everfromtheirsordidurnsuntotheshore,

Unown’dofanyweedy—hairedgods;

Whosewinds,allzephyrless,holdscourgingrods,

Icedinthegreatlakes,toafflictmankind;

Whoserank—grownforests,frosted,black,andblind,

WouldfrightaDryad;whoseharshherbag’dmeads

Makeleanandlankthestarv’doxwhilehefeeds;

Thereflowershavenoscent,birdsnosweetsong,

AndgreatunerringNatureonceseemswrong.

O,forsomesunnyspell

Todissipatetheshadowsofthishell!

Saytheyaregone,—withthenewdawninglight

Stepsforthmyladybright!

O,letmeoncemorerest

Mysouluponthatdazzlingbreast!

Letonceagaintheseachingarmsbeplac’d,

Thetendergaolersofthywaist!

Andletmefeelthatwarmbreathhereandthere

Tospreadaraptureinmyveryhair,—

O,thesweetnessofthepain!

Givemethoselipsagain!

Enough!Enough!itisenoughforme

Todreamofthee!

THEEND.

1816

TOAILSAROCK

byJohnKeats

Hearken,thoucraggyoceanpyramid!

Giveanswerfromthyvoice,thesea—fowls’screams!

Whenwerethyshouldersmantledinhugestreams?

Whenfromthesunwasthybroadforeheadhid?

Howlongis’tsincethemightyPowerbid

Theeheavetoairysleepfromfathomdreams?

Sleepinthelapofthunderorsunbeams,

Orwhengreycloudsarethycoldcoverlid?

Thouanswer’stnot,forthouartdeadasleep;

Thylifeisbuttwodeadeternities—

Thelastinair,theformerinthedeep;

Firstwiththewhales,lastwiththeeagle—skies—

Drown’dwastthoutillanearthquakemadetheesteep,

Anothercannotwakethygiantsize.

THEEND.

1816

TOHOMER

byJohnKeats

Standingaloofingiantignorance,

OftheeIhearandoftheCyclades,

Asonewhositsashoreandlongsperchance

Tovisitdolphin—coralindeepseas.

Sothouwastblind!—butthentheveilwasrent,

ForJoveuncurtain’dHeaventolettheelive,

AndNeptunemadefortheeaspumytent,

AndPanmadesingfortheehisforest—hive;

Aye,ontheshoresofdarknessthereislight,

Andprecipicesshowuntroddengreen;

Thereisabuddingmorrowinmidnight;

Thereisatriplesightinblindnesskeen;

Suchseeinghadstthouasitoncebefel

ToDian,QueenofEarth,andHeaven,andHell.

THEEND.

1816

TOONEWHOHASBEENLONGINCITYPENT

byJohnKeats

Toonewhohasbeenlongincitypent,

’Tisverysweettolookintothefair

Andopenfaceofheaven,—tobreatheaprayer

Fullinthesmileofthebluefirmament.

Whoismorehappy,when,withheart’scontent,

Fatiguedhesinksintosomepleasantlair

Ofwavygrass,andreadsadebonair

Andgentletaleofloveandlanguishment?

Returninghomeatevening,withanear

CatchingthenotesofPhilomel,—aneye

Watchingthesailingcloudlet’sbrightcareer,

Hemournsthatdaysosoonhasglidedby:

E’enlikethepassageofanangel’stear

Thatfallsthroughtheclearethersilently.

THEEND.

1816

TOSLEEP

byJohnKeats

Osoftembalmerofthestillmidnight,

Shuttingwithcarefulfingersandbenign

Ourgloom—pleas’deyes,embower’dfromthelight,

Enshadedinforgetfulnessdivine:

OsoothestSleep!ifsoitpleasethee,close

Inmidstofthisthinehymnmywillingeyes,

Orwaittheamenerethypoppythrows

Aroundmybeditslullingcharities.

Thensaveme,orthepasseddaywillshine

Uponmypillow,breedingmanywoes;

Savemefromcuriousconscience,thatstilllords

Itsstrengthfordarkness,burrowinglikeamole;

Turnthekeydeftlyintheoiledwards,

Andsealthehushedcasketofmysoul.

THEEND.

1816

TRANSLATEDFROMRONSARD

byJohnKeats

NaturewithheldCassandraintheskies

Formoreadornmentafullthousandyears;

ShetooktheircreamofBeauty’sfairestdyes,

Andshap’dandtintedheraboveallPeers:

MeanwhileLovekeptherdearlywithhiswings,

Andunderneaththeirshadowfill’dhereyes

WithsucharichnessthatthecloudyKings

OfhighOlympusutter’dslavishsighs.

WhenfromtheHeavensIsawherfirstdescend

Myhearttookfire,andonlyburningpains

Theyweremypleasures—theymyLife’ssadend;

Lovepour’dherbeautyintomywarmveins

******

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THEEND.

1816

WHENIHAVEFEARSTHATIMAYCEASETOBE

byJohnKeats

WhenIhavefearsthatImayceasetobe

Beforemypenhasglean’dmyteemingbrain,

Beforehigh—piledbooksincharact’ry

Holdlikerichgarnersthefullripen’dgrain;

WhenIbeholduponthenight’sstarr’dface

Hugecloudysymbolsofahighromance,

AndthinkthatImayneverlivetotrace

Theirshadowswiththemagichandofchance;

AndwhenIfeel,faircreatureofanhour,

ThatIshallneverlookupontheemore,

Neverhaverelishinthefaerypower

Ofunreflectinglove;—thenontheshore

OfthewideworldIstandalone,andthink

Tillloveandfametonothingnessdosink.

THEEND.

1816

WHYDIDILAUGHTO—NIGHT?NOVOICEWILLTELL

byJohnKeats

WhydidIlaughto—night?Novoicewilltell:

NoGod,noDemonofsevereresponse,

DeignstoreplyfromHeavenorfromHell.

ThentomyhumanheartIturnatonce.

Heart!ThouandIareheresadandalone;

Isay,whydidIlaugh!Omortalpain!

ODarkness!Darkness!evermustImoan,

ToquestionHeavenandHellandHeartinvain.

WhydidIlaugh?IknowthisBeing’slease,

Myfancytoitsutmostblissesspreads;

YetwouldIonthisverymidnightcease,

Andtheworld’sgaudyensignsseeinshreds.

Verse,Fame,andBeautyareintenseindeed,

ButDeathintenser—DeathisLife’shighmeed.