Ifyoubutscantilyholdoutthehand，
　　Thatveryinstantnotonewillremain;
　　Butturnyoureye，andtheyarethereagain.
　　Theripplesseemrightgladtoreachthosecresses，
　　Andcoolthemselvesamongtheem’raldtresses;
　　Thewhiletheycoolthemselves，theyfreshnessgive，
　　Andmoisture，thatthebowerygreenmaylive：
　　Sokeepingupaninterchangeoffavours，
　　Likegoodmeninthetruthoftheirbehaviours.
　　Sometimesgoldfinchesonebyonewilldrop
　　Fromlowhungbranches;littlespacetheystop;
　　Butsip，andtwitter，andtheirfeatherssleek;
　　Thenoffatonce，asinawantonfreak：
　　Orperhaps，toshowtheirblack，andgoldenwings，
　　Pausingupontheiryellowflutterings.
　　WereIinsuchaplace，Isureshouldpray
　　Thatnaughtlesssweet，mightcallmythoughtsaway，
　　Thanthesoftrustleofamaiden’sgown
　　Fanningawaythedandelion’sdown;
　　Thanthelightmusicofhernimbletoes
　　Pattingagainstthesorrelasshegoes.
　　Howshewouldstart，andblush，thustobecaught
　　Playinginallherinnocenceofthought.
　　Oletmeleadhergentlyo’erthebrook，
　　Watchherhalf—smilinglips，anddownwardlook;
　　Oletmeforonemomenttouchherwrist;
　　Letmeonemomenttoherbreathinglist;
　　Andassheleavesmemaysheoftenturn
　　Herfaireyeslookingthroughherlocksauburne.
　　Whatnext？Atuftofeveningprimroses，
　　O’erwhichthemindmayhovertillitdozes;
　　O’erwhichitwellmighttakeapleasantsleep，
　　Butthat’tiseverstartledbytheleap
　　Ofbudsintoripeflowers;orbytheflitting
　　Ofdiversemoths，thatayetheirrestarequitting;
　　Orbythemoonliftinghersilverrim
　　Aboveacloud，andwithagradualswim
　　Comingintothebluewithallherlight.
　　OMakerofsweetpoets，deardelight
　　Ofthisfairworld，andallitsgentlelivers;
　　Spanglerofclouds，haloofcrystalrivers，
　　Minglerwithleaves，anddewandtumblingstreams，
　　Closeroflovelyeyestolovelydreams，
　　Loverofloneliness，andwandering，
　　Ofupcasteye，andtenderpondering！
　　TheemustIpraiseaboveallotherglories
　　Thatsmileusontotelldelightfulstories.
　　Forwhathasmadethesageorpoetwrite
　　ButthefairparadiseofNature’slight？
　　Inthecalmgrandeurofasoberline，
　　Weseethewavingofthemountainpine;
　　Andwhenataleisbeautifullystaid，
　　Wefeelthesafetyofahawthornglade：
　　Whenitismovingonluxuriouswings，
　　Thesoulislostinpleasantsmotherings：
　　Fairdewyrosesbrushagainstourfaces，
　　Andfloweringlaurelsspringfromdiamondvases;
　　O’erheadweseethejasmineandsweetbriar，
　　Andbloomygrapeslaughingfromgreenattire;
　　Whileatourfeet，thevoiceofcrystalbubbles
　　Charmsusatonceawayfromallourtroubles：
　　Sothatwefeelupliftedfromtheworld，
　　Walkinguponthewhitecloudswreath’dandcurl’d.
　　Sofelthe，whofirsttold，howPsychewent
　　Onthesmoothwindtorealmsofwonderment;
　　WhatPsychefelt，andLove，whentheirfulllips
　　Firsttouch’d;whatamorous，andfondlingnips
　　Theygaveeachother’scheeks;withalltheirsighs，
　　Andhowtheykisteachother’stremulouseyes：
　　Thesilverlamp，—theravishment，—thewonder—
　　Thedarkness，—loneliness，—thefearfulthunder;
　　Theirwoesgoneby，andbothtoheavenupflown，
　　TobowforgratitudebeforeJove’sthrone.
　　Sodidhefeel，whopull’dtheboughsaside，
　　Thatwemightlookintoaforestwide，
　　TocatchaglimpseofFauns，andDryades
　　Comingwithsoftestrustlethroughthetrees;
　　Andgarlandswovenofflowerswild，andsweet，
　　Upheldonivorywrists，orsportingfeet：
　　Tellingushowfair，tremblingSyrinxfled
　　ArcadianPan，withsuchafearfuldread.
　　Poornymph，—poorPan，—howhedidweeptofind，
　　Noughtbutalovelysighingofthewind
　　Alongthereedystream;ahalf—heardstrain，
　　Fullofsweetdesolation—balmypain.
　　Whatfirstinspiredabardofoldtosing
　　Narcissuspiningo’ertheuntaintedspring？
　　Insomedeliciousramble，hehadfound
　　Alittlespace，withboughsallwovenround;
　　Andinthemidstofall，aclearerpool
　　Thane’erreflectedinitspleasantcool，
　　Theblueskyhere，andthere，serenelypeeping
　　Throughtendrilwreathsfantasticallycreeping.
　　Andonthebankalonelyflowerhespied，
　　Ameekandforlornflower，withnaughtofpride，
　　Droopingitsbeautyo’erthewateryclearness，
　　Towooitsownsadimageintonearness：
　　DeaftolightZephyrusitwouldnotmove;
　　Butstillwouldseemtodroop，topine，tolove.
　　Sowhilethepoetstoodinthissweetspot，
　　Somefaintergleamingso’erhisfancyshot;
　　Norwasitlongerehehadtoldthetale
　　OfyoungNarcissus，andsadEcho’sbale.
　　Wherehadhebeen，fromwhosewarmheadout—flew
　　Thatsweetestofallsongs，thatevernew，
　　Thatayerefreshing，puredeliciousness，
　　Comingevertobless
　　Thewandererbymoonlight？tohimbringing
　　Shapesfromtheinvisibleworld，unearthlysinging
　　Fromoutthemiddleair，fromflowerynests，
　　Andfromthepillowysilkinessthatrests
　　Fullinthespeculationofthestars.
　　Ah！surelyhehadburstourmortalbars;
　　Intosomewond’rousregionhehadgone，
　　Tosearchforthee，divineEndymion！
　　HewasaPoet，surealovertoo，
　　WhostoodonLatmus’top，whattimethereblew
　　Softbreezesfromthemyrtlevalebelow;
　　Andbroughtinfaintnesssolemn，sweet，andslow
　　AhymnfromDian’stemple;whileupswelling，
　　Theincensewenttoherownstarrydwelling.
　　Butthoughherfacewasclearasinfant’seyes，
　　Thoughshestoodsmilingo’erthesacrifice，
　　ThePoetweptathersopiteousfate，
　　Weptthatsuchbeautyshouldbedesolate：
　　Soinfinewrathsomegoldensoundshewon，
　　AndgavemeekCynthiaherEndymion.
　　Queenofthewideair;thoumostlovelyqueen
　　Ofallthebrightnessthatmineeyeshaveseen！
　　Asthouexceedestallthingsinthyshine，
　　Soeverytale，doesthissweettaleofthine.
　　Oforthreewordsofhoney，thatImight
　　Tellbutonewonderofthybridalnight！
　　Wheredistantshipsdoseemtoshowtheirkeels，
　　Phoebusawhiledelay’dhismightywheels，
　　Andturn’dtosmileuponthybashfuleyes，
　　Erehehisunseenpompwouldsolemnize.
　　Theeveningweatherwassobright，andclear，
　　Thatmenofhealthwereofunusualcheer;
　　SteppinglikeHomeratthetrumpet’scall，
　　OryoungApolloonthepedestal：
　　Andlovelywomenwereasfairandwarm，
　　AsVenuslookingsidewaysinalarm.
　　Thebreezeswereethereal，andpure，
　　Andcreptthroughhalf—closedlatticestocure
　　Thelanguidsick;itcool’dtheirfever’dsleep，
　　Andsoothedthemintoslumbersfullanddeep.
　　Soontheyawokecleareyed：norburntwiththirsting，
　　Norwithhotfingers，norwithtemplesbursting：
　　Andspringingup，theymetthewond’ringsight
　　Oftheirdearfriends，nighfoolishwithdelight;
　　Whofeeltheirarms，andbreasts，andkissandstare，
　　Andontheirplacidforeheadspartthehair.
　　Youngmen，andmaidensateachothergaz’d
　　Withhandsheldback，andmotionless，amaz’d
　　Toseethebrightnessineachother’seyes;
　　Andsotheystood，fill’dwithasweetsurprise，
　　Untiltheirtongueswereloos’dinpoesy.
　　Thereforenoloverdidofanguishdie：
　　Butthesoftnumbers，inthatmomentspoken，
　　Madesilkenties，thatnevermaybebroken.
　　Cynthia！Icannottellthegreaterblisses，
　　Thatfollow’dthine，andthydearshepherd’skisses：
　　Wasthereapoetborn？—butnownomore，
　　Mywand’ringspiritmustnofurthersoar.—
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　IMITATIONOFSPENSER
　　byJohnKeats
　　NowMorningfromherorientchambercame，
　　Andherfirstfootstepstouch’daverdanthill;
　　Crowningitslawnycrestwithamberflame，
　　Silv’ringtheuntaintedgushesofitsrill;
　　Which，purefrommossybeds，diddowndistill，
　　Andafterpartingbedsofsimpleflowers，
　　Bymanystreamsalittlelakedidfill，
　　Whichrounditsmargereflectedwovenbowers，
　　And，initsmiddlespace，askythatneverlowers.
　　Theretheking—fishersawhisplumagebright
　　Vieingwithfishofbrilliantdyebelow;
　　Whosesilkenfins，andgoldenscales’light
　　Castupward，throughthewaves，arubyglow：
　　Theresawtheswanhisneckofarchedsnow，
　　Andoar’dhimselfalongwithmajesty;
　　Sparkledhisjettyeyes;hisfeetdidshow
　　BeneaththewaveslikeAfric’sebony，
　　Andonhisbackafayreclinedvoluptuously.
　　Ah！couldItellthewondersofanisle
　　Thatinthatfairestlakehadplacedbeen，
　　Icoulde’enDidoofhergriefbeguile;
　　OrrobfromagedLearhisbitterteen：
　　Forsuresofairaplacewasneverseen，
　　Ofallthatevercharm’dromanticeye：
　　Itseem’danemeraldinthesilversheen
　　Ofthebrightwaters;oraswhenonhigh，
　　Throughcloudsoffleecywhite，laughsthecoeruleansky.
　　Andallarounditdipp’dluxuriously
　　Slopingsofverdurethroughtheglossytide，
　　Which，asitwereingentleamity，
　　Rippleddelightedupthefloweryside;
　　Asiftogleantheruddytears，ittried，
　　Whichfellprofuselyfromtherose—treestem！
　　Haplyitwastheworkingsofitspride，
　　Instrifetothrowupontheshoreagem
　　OutvieingallthebudsinFlora’sdiadem.
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　ISABELLA;OR，THEPOTOFBASIL
　　byJohnKeats
　　ISABELLA
　　AStoryfromBoccaccio
　　I.
　　FairIsabel，poorsimpleIsabel！
　　Lorenzo，ayoungpalmerinLove’seye！
　　Theycouldnotintheself—samemansiondwell
　　Withoutsomestirofheart，somemalady;
　　Theycouldnotsitatmealsbutfeelhowwell
　　Itsoothedeachtobetheotherby;
　　Theycouldnot，sure，beneaththesameroofsleep
　　Buttoeachotherdream，andnightlyweep.
　　II.
　　Witheverymorntheirlovegrewtenderer，
　　Witheveryevedeeperandtendererstill;
　　Hemightnotinhouse，field，orgardenstir，
　　Butherfullshapewouldallhisseeingfill;
　　Andhiscontinualvoicewaspleasanter
　　Toher，thannoiseoftreesorhiddenrill;
　　Herlute—stringgaveanechoofhisname，
　　Shespoiltherhalf—donebroiderywiththesame.
　　III.
　　Heknewwhosegentlehandwasatthelatch
　　Beforethedoorhadgivenhertohiseyes;
　　Andfromherchamber—windowhewouldcatch
　　Herbeautyfartherthanthefalconspies;
　　Andconstantashervesperswouldhewatch，
　　Becauseherfacewasturn’dtothesameskies;
　　Andwithsicklongingallthenightoutwear，
　　Tohearhermorning—stepuponthestair.
　　IV.
　　AwholelongmonthofMayinthissadplight
　　MadetheircheekspalerbythebreakofJune：
　　"To—morrowwillIbowtomydelight，
　　"To—morrowwillIaskmylady’sboon."—
　　"OmayIneverseeanothernight，
　　"Lorenzo，ifthylipsbreathenotlove’stune."—
　　Sospaketheytotheirpillows;but，alas，
　　Honeylessdaysanddaysdidheletpass;
　　V.
　　UntilsweetIsabella’suntouch’dcheek
　　Fellsickwithintherose’sjustdomain，
　　Fellthinasayoungmother’s，whodothseek
　　Byeverylulltocoolherinfant’spain：
　　"Howillsheis，"saidhe，"Imaynotspeak，
　　"AndyetIwill，andtellmyloveallplain：
　　"Iflooksspeaklove—laws，Iwilldrinkhertears，
　　"Andattheleast’twillstartleoffhercares."
　　VI.
　　Sosaidheonefairmorning，andallday
　　Hisheartbeatawfullyagainsthisside;
　　Andtohisheartheinwardlydidpray
　　Forpowertospeak;butstilltheruddytide
　　Stifledhisvoice，andpuls’dresolveaway—
　　Fever’dhishighconceitofsuchabride，
　　Yetbroughthimtothemeeknessofachild：
　　Alas！whenpassionisbothmeekandwild！
　　VII.
　　Sooncemorehehadwak’dandanguished
　　Adrearynightofloveandmisery，
　　IfIsabel’squickeyehadnotbeenwed
　　Toeverysymbolonhisforeheadhigh;
　　Shesawitwaxingverypaleanddead，
　　Andstraightallflush’d;so，lispedtenderly，
　　"Lorenzo！"—heresheceas’dhertimidquest，
　　Butinhertoneandlookhereadtherest.
　　VIII.
　　"OIsabella，Icanhalfperceive
　　"ThatImayspeakmygriefintothineear;
　　"Ifthoudidsteveranythingbelieve，
　　"BelievehowIlovethee，believehownear
　　"Mysoulistoitsdoom：Iwouldnotgrieve
　　"Thyhandbyunwelcomepressing，wouldnotfear
　　"Thineeyesbygazing;butIcannotlive
　　"Anothernight，andnotmypassionshrive.
　　IX.
　　"Love！thouartleadingmefromwintrycold，
　　"Lady！thouleadestmetosummerclime，
　　"AndImusttastetheblossomsthatunfold
　　"Initsripewarmththisgraciousmorningtime."
　　Sosaid，hiserewhiletimidlipsgrewbold，
　　Andpoesiedwithhersindewyrhyme：
　　Greatblisswaswiththem，andgreathappiness
　　Grew，likealustyflowerinJune’scaress.
　　X.
　　Partingtheyseem’dtotreadupontheair，
　　Twinrosesbythezephyrblownapart
　　Onlytomeetagainmoreclose，andshare
　　Theinwardfragranceofeachother’sheart.
　　She，toherchambergone，adittyfair
　　Sang，ofdeliciousloveandhoney’ddart;
　　Hewithlightstepswentupawesternhill，
　　Andbadethesunfarewell，andjoy’dhisfill.
　　XI.
　　Allclosetheymetagain，beforethedusk
　　Hadtakenfromthestarsitspleasantveil，
　　Allclosetheymet，alleves，beforethedusk
　　Hadtakenfromthestarsitspleasantveil，
　　Closeinabowerofhyacinthandmusk，
　　Unknownofany，freefromwhisperingtale.
　　Ah！betterhaditbeenforeverso，
　　Thanidleearsshouldpleasureintheirwoe.
　　XII.
　　Weretheyunhappythen？—Itcannotbe—
　　Toomanytearsforlovershavebeenshed，
　　Toomanysighsgivewetotheminfee，
　　Toomuchofpityaftertheyaredead，
　　Toomanydolefulstoriesdowesee，
　　Whosematterinbrightgoldwerebestberead;
　　ExceptinsuchapagewhereTheseus’spouse
　　Overthepathlesswavestowardshimbows.
　　XIII.
　　But，forthegeneralawardoflove，
　　Thelittlesweetdothkillmuchbitterness;
　　ThoughDidosilentisinunder—grove，
　　AndIsabella’swasagreatdistress，
　　ThoughyoungLorenzoinwarmIndianclove
　　Wasnotembalm’d，thistruthisnottheless—
　　Evenbees，thelittlealmsmenofspring—bowers，
　　Knowthereisrichestjuiceinpoison—flowers.
　　XIV.
　　Withhertwobrothersthisfairladydwelt，
　　Enrichedfromancestralmerchandize，
　　Andforthemmanyawearyhanddidswelt
　　Intorchedminesandnoisyfactories，
　　Andmanyonceproud—quiver’dloinsdidmelt
　　Inbloodfromstingingwhip;—withholloweyes
　　Manyalldayindazzlingriverstood，
　　Totaketherich—oreddriftingsoftheflood.
　　XV.
　　ForthemtheCeylondiverheldhisbreath，
　　Andwentallnakedtothehungryshark;
　　Forthemhisearsgush’dblood;forthemindeath
　　Thesealonthecoldicewithpiteousbark
　　Layfullofdarts;forthemalonedidseethe
　　Athousandmenintroubleswideanddark：
　　Half—ignorant，theyturn’daneasywheel，
　　Thatsetsharpracksatwork，topinchandpeel.
　　XVI.
　　Whyweretheyproud？Becausetheirmarblefounts
　　Gush’dwithmorepridethandoawretch’stears？—
　　Whyweretheyproud？Becausefairorange—mounts
　　Wereofmoresoftascentthanlazarstairs？—
　　Whyweretheyproud？Becausered—lin’daccounts
　　WerericherthanthesongsofGrecianyears？—
　　Whyweretheyproud？againweaskaloud，
　　WhyinthenameofGloryweretheyproud？
　　XVII.
　　YetweretheseFlorentinesasself—retired
　　Inhungryprideandgainfulcowardice，
　　AstwocloseHebrewsinthatlandinspired，
　　Paledinandvineyardedfrombeggar—spies;
　　Thehawksofship—mastforests—theuntired
　　Andpannier’dmulesforducatsandoldlies—
　　Quickcat’s—pawsonthegenerousstray—away，—
　　GreatwitsinSpanish，Tuscan，andMalay.
　　XVIII.
　　Howwasitthesesameledger—mencouldspy
　　FairIsabellainherdownynest？
　　HowcouldtheyfindoutinLorenzo’seye
　　Astrayingfromhistoil？HotEgypt’spest
　　Intotheirvisioncovetousandsly！
　　Howcouldthesemoney—bagsseeeastandwest？—
　　Yetsotheydid—andeverydealerfair
　　Mustseebehind，asdoththehuntedhare.
　　XIX.
　　OeloquentandfamedBoccaccio！
　　Oftheewenowshouldaskforgivingboon，
　　Andofthyspicymyrtlesastheyblow，
　　Andofthyrosesamorousofthemoon，
　　Andofthylillies，thatdopalergrow
　　Nowtheycannomorehearthyghittern’stune，
　　Forventuringsyllablesthatillbeseem
　　Thequietgloomsofsuchapiteoustheme.
　　XX.
　　Grantthouapardonhere，andthenthetale
　　Shallmoveonsoberly，asitismeet;
　　Thereisnoothercrime，nomadassail
　　Tomakeoldproseinmodernrhymemoresweet：
　　Butitisdone—succeedtheverseorfail—
　　Tohonourthee，andthygonespiritgreet;
　　TosteadtheeasaverseinEnglishtongue，
　　Anechooftheeinthenorth—windsung.
　　XXI.
　　Thesebrethrenhavingfoundbymanysigns
　　WhatloveLorenzofortheirsisterhad，
　　Andhowshelov’dhimtoo，eachunconfines
　　Hisbitterthoughtstoother，wellnighmad
　　Thathe，theservantoftheirtradedesigns，
　　Shouldintheirsister’slovebeblitheandglad，
　　When’twastheirplantocoaxherbydegrees
　　Tosomehighnobleandhisolive—trees.
　　XXII.
　　Andmanyajealousconferencehadthey，
　　Andmanytimestheybittheirlipsalone，
　　Beforetheyfix’duponasurestway
　　Tomaketheyoungsterforhiscrimeatone;
　　Andatthelast，thesemenofcruelclay
　　CutMercywithasharpknifetothebone;
　　Fortheyresolvedinsomeforestdim
　　TokillLorenzo，andthereburyhim.
　　XXIII.
　　Soonapleasantmorning，asheleant
　　Intothesun—rise，o’erthebalustrade
　　Ofthegarden—terrace，towardshimtheybent
　　Theirfootingthroughthedews;andtohimsaid，
　　"Youseemthereinthequietofcontent，
　　"Lorenzo，andwearemostlothtoinvade
　　"Calmspeculation;butifyouarewise，
　　"Bestrideyoursteedwhilecoldisintheskies.
　　XXIV.
　　"To—daywepurpose，aye，thishourwemount
　　"TospurthreeleaguestowardstheApennine;
　　"Comedown，wepraythee，erethehotsuncount
　　"Hisdewyrosaryontheeglantine."
　　Lorenzo，courteouslyashewaswont，
　　Bow’dafairgreetingtotheseserpents’whine;
　　Andwentinhaste，togetinreadiness，
　　Withbelt，andspur，andbracinghuntsman’sdress.
　　XXV.
　　Andashetothecourt—yardpass’dalong，
　　Eachthirdstepdidhepause，andlisten’doft
　　Ifhecouldhearhislady’smatin—song，
　　Orthelightwhisperofherfootstepsoft;
　　Andashethusoverhispassionhung，
　　Heheardalaughfullmusicalaloft;
　　When，lookingup，hesawherfeaturesbright
　　Smilethroughanin—doorlattice，alldelight.
　　XXVI.
　　"Love，Isabel！"saidhe，"Iwasinpain
　　"LestIshouldmisstobidtheeagoodmorrow：
　　"Ah！whatifIshouldlosethee，whensofain
　　"Iamtostiflealltheheavysorrow
　　"Ofapoorthreehours’absence？butwe’llgain
　　"Outoftheamorousdarkwhatdaydothborrow.
　　"Goodbye！I’llsoonbeback."—"Goodbye！"saidshe：—
　　Andashewentshechantedmerrily.
　　XXVII.
　　Sothetwobrothersandtheirmurder’dman
　　RodepastfairFlorence，towhereArno’sstream
　　Gurglesthroughstraiten’dbanks，andstilldothfan
　　Itselfwithdancingbulrush，andthebream
　　Keepsheadagainstthefreshets.Sickandwan
　　Thebrothers’facesintheforddidseem，
　　Lorenzo’sflushwithlove.—Theypass’dthewater
　　Intoaforestquietfortheslaughter.
　　XXVIII.
　　TherewasLorenzoslainandburiedin，
　　Thereinthatforestdidhisgreatlovecease;
　　Ah！whenasouldoththusitsfreedomwin，
　　Itachesinloneliness—isillatpeace
　　Asthebreak—covertblood—houndsofsuchsin：
　　Theydipp’dtheirswordsinthewater，anddidtease
　　Theirhorseshomeward，withconvulsedspur，
　　Eachricherbyhisbeingamurderer.
　　XXIX.
　　Theytoldtheirsisterhow，withsuddenspeed，
　　Lorenzohadta’enshipforforeignlands，
　　Becauseofsomegreaturgencyandneed
　　Intheiraffairs，requiringtrustyhands.
　　PoorGirl！putonthystiflingwidow’sweed，
　　And’scapeatoncefromHope’saccursedbands;
　　To—daythouwiltnotseehim，norto—morrow，
　　Andthenextdaywillbeadayofsorrow.
　　XXX.
　　Sheweepsaloneforpleasuresnottobe;
　　Sorelysheweptuntilthenightcameon，
　　Andthen，insteadoflove，Omisery！
　　Shebroodedo’ertheluxuryalone：
　　Hisimageinthedusksheseem’dtosee，
　　Andtothesilencemadeagentlemoan，
　　Spreadingherperfectarmsupontheair，
　　Andonhercouchlowmurmuring"Where？Owhere？"
　　XXXI.
　　ButSelfishness，Love’scousin，heldnotlong
　　Itsfieryvigilinhersinglebreast;
　　Shefrettedforthegoldenhour，andhung
　　Uponthetimewithfeverishunrest—
　　Notlong—forsoonintoherheartathrong
　　Ofhigheroccupants，aricherzest，
　　Cametragic;passionnottobesubdued，
　　Andsorrowforherloveintravelsrude.
　　XXXII.
　　Inthemiddaysofautumn，ontheireves
　　ThebreathofWintercomesfromfaraway，
　　Andthesickwestcontinuallybereaves
　　Ofsomegoldtinge，andplaysaroundelay
　　Ofdeathamongthebushesandtheleaves，
　　Tomakeallbarebeforehedarestostray
　　Fromhisnorthcavern.SosweetIsabel
　　Bygradualdecayfrombeautyfell，
　　XXXIII.
　　BecauseLorenzocamenot.Oftentimes
　　Sheask’dherbrothers，withaneyeallpale，
　　Strivingtobeitself，whatdungeonclimes
　　Couldkeephimoffsolong？Theyspakeatale
　　Timeaftertime，toquiether.Theircrimes
　　Cameonthem，likeasmokefromHinnom’svale;
　　Andeverynightindreamstheygroan’daloud，
　　Toseetheirsisterinhersnowyshroud.
　　XXXIV.
　　Andshehaddiedindrowsyignorance，
　　Butforathingmoredeadlydarkthanall;
　　Itcamelikeafiercepotion，drunkbychance，
　　Whichsavesasickmanfromthefeather’dpall
　　Forsomefewgaspingmoments;likealance，
　　WakinganIndianfromhiscloudyhall
　　Withcruelpierce，andbringinghimagain
　　Senseofthegnawingfireatheartandbrain.
　　XXXV.
　　Itwasavision.—Inthedrowsygloom，
　　Thedullofmidnight，athercouch’sfoot
　　Lorenzostood，andwept：theforesttomb
　　Hadmarr’dhisglossyhairwhichoncecouldshoot
　　Lustreintothesun，andputcolddoom
　　Uponhislips，andtakenthesoftlute
　　Fromhislornvoice，andpasthisloamedears
　　Hadmadeamirychannelforhistears.
　　XXXVI.
　　Strangesounditwas，whenthepaleshadowspake;
　　Fortherewasstriving，initspiteoustongue，
　　Tospeakaswhenonearthitwasawake，
　　AndIsabellaonitsmusichung：
　　Languortherewasinit，andtremulousshake，
　　AsinapalsiedDruid’sharpunstrung;
　　Andthroughitmoan’daghostlyunder—song，
　　Likehoarsenight—gustssepulchralbriarsamong.
　　XXXVII.
　　Itseyes，thoughwild，werestillalldewybright
　　Withlove，andkeptallphantomfearaloof
　　Fromthepoorgirlbymagicoftheirlight，
　　Thewhileitdidunthreadthehorridwoof
　　Ofthelatedarken’dtime，—themurderousspite
　　Ofprideandavarice，—thedarkpineroof
　　Intheforest，—andthesoddenturfeddell，
　　Where，withoutanyword，fromstabshefell.
　　XXXVIII.
　　Sayingmoreover，"Isabel，mysweet！
　　"Redwhortle—berriesdroopabovemyhead，
　　"Andalargeflint—stoneweighsuponmyfeet;
　　"Aroundmebeechesandhighchestnutsshed
　　"Theirleavesandpricklynuts;asheep—foldbleat
　　"Comesfrombeyondtherivertomybed：
　　"Go，shedonetearuponmyheather—bloom，
　　"Anditshallcomfortmewithinthetomb.
　　XXXIX.
　　"Iamashadownow，alas！alas！
　　"Upontheskirtsofhuman—naturedwelling
　　"Alone：Ichantalonetheholymass，
　　"Whilelittlesoundsoflifeareroundmeknelling，
　　"Andglossybeesatnoondofieldwardpass，
　　"Andmanyachapelbellthehouristelling，
　　"Painingmethrough：thosesoundsgrowstrangetome，
　　"AndthouartdistantinHumanity.
　　XL.
　　"Iknowwhatwas，Ifeelfullwellwhatis，
　　"AndIshouldrage，ifspiritscouldgomad;
　　"ThoughIforgetthetasteofearthlybliss，
　　"Thatpalenesswarmsmygrave，asthoughIhad
　　"ASeraphchosenfromthebrightabyss
　　"Tobemyspouse：thypalenessmakesmeglad;
　　"Thybeautygrowsuponme，andIfeel
　　"Agreaterlovethroughallmyessencesteal."
　　XLI.
　　TheSpiritmourn’d"Adieu！"—dissolv’dandleft
　　Theatomdarknessinaslowturmoil;
　　Aswhenofhealthfulmidnightsleepbereft，
　　Thinkingonruggedhoursandfruitlesstoil，
　　Weputoureyesintoapillowycleft，
　　Andseethespanglygloomfrothupandboil：
　　ItmadesadIsabella’seyelidsache，
　　Andinthedawnshestartedupawake;
　　XLII.
　　"Ha！ha！"saidshe，"Iknewnotthishardlife，
　　"Ithoughttheworstwassimplemisery;
　　"IthoughtsomeFatewithpleasureorwithstrife
　　"Portion’dus—happydays，orelsetodie;
　　"Butthereiscrime—abrother’sbloodyknife！
　　"SweetSpirit，thouhastschool’dmyinfancy：
　　"I’llvisittheeforthis，andkissthineeyes，
　　"Andgreettheemornandevenintheskies."
　　XLIII.
　　Whenthefullmorningcame，shehaddevised
　　Howshemightsecrettotheforesthie;
　　Howshemightfindtheday，sodearlyprized，
　　Andsingtoitonelatestlullaby;
　　Howhershortabsencemightbeunsurmised，
　　Whileshetheinmostofthedreamwouldtry.
　　Resolv’d，shetookwithheranagednurse，
　　Andwentintothatdismalforest—hearse.
　　XLIV.
　　See，astheycreepalongtheriverside，
　　HowshedothwhispertothatagedDame，
　　And，afterlookingroundthechampaignwide，
　　Showsheraknife.—"Whatfeveroushecticflame
　　"Burnsinthee，child？—Whatgoodcantheebetide，
　　"Thatthoushould’stsmileagain？"—Theeveningcame，
　　AndtheyhadfoundLorenzo’searthybed;
　　Theflintwasthere，theberriesathishead.
　　XLV.
　　Whohathnotloiter’dinagreenchurch—yard，
　　Andlethisspirit，likeademon—mole，
　　Workthroughtheclayeysoilandgravelhard，
　　Toseescull，coffin’dbones，andfuneralstole;
　　PityingeachformthathungryDeathhathmarr’d
　　Andfillingitoncemorewithhumansoul？
　　Ah！thisisholidaytowhatwasfelt
　　WhenIsabellabyLorenzoknelt.
　　XLVI.
　　Shegaz’dintothefresh—thrownmould，asthough
　　Oneglancedidfullyallitssecretstell;
　　Clearlyshesaw，asothereyeswouldknow
　　Palelimbsatbottomofacrystalwell;
　　Uponthemurderousspotsheseem’dtogrow，
　　Liketoanativelillyofthedell：
　　Thenwithherknife，allsudden，shebegan
　　Todigmoreferventlythanmiserscan.
　　XLVII.
　　Soonsheturn’dupasoiledglove，whereon
　　Hersilkhadplay’dinpurplephantasies，
　　Shekiss’ditwithalipmorechillthanstone，
　　Andputitinherbosom，whereitdries
　　Andfreezesutterlyuntothebone
　　Thosedaintiesmadetostillaninfant’scries：
　　Then’gansheworkagain;norstay’dhercare，
　　Buttothrowbackattimesherveilinghair.
　　XLVIII.
　　Thatoldnursestoodbesideherwondering，
　　Untilherheartfeltpitytothecore
　　Atsightofsuchadismallabouring，
　　Andsoshekneeled，withherlocksallhoar，
　　Andputherleanhandstothehorridthing：
　　Threehourstheylabour’datthistravailsore;
　　Atlasttheyfeltthekernelofthegrave，
　　AndIsabelladidnotstampandrave.
　　XLIX.
　　Ah！whereforeallthiswormycircumstance？
　　Whylingerattheyawningtombsolong？
　　OforthegentlenessofoldRomance，
　　Thesimpleplainingofaminstrel’ssong！
　　Fairreader，attheoldtaletakeaglance，
　　Forhere，intruth，itdothnotwellbelong
　　Tospeak：—Oturntheetotheverytale，
　　Andtastethemusicofthatvisionpale.
　　L.
　　WithdullersteelthanthePerseansword
　　Theycutawaynoformlessmonster’shead，
　　Butone，whosegentlenessdidwellaccord
　　Withdeath，aslife.Theancientharpshavesaid，
　　Loveneverdies，butlives，immortalLord：
　　IfLoveimpersonatewaseverdead，
　　PaleIsabellakiss’dit，andlowmoan’d.
　　’Twaslove;cold，—deadindeed，butnotdethroned.
　　LI.
　　Inanxioussecrecytheytookithome，
　　AndthentheprizewasallforIsabel：
　　Shecalm’ditswildhairwithagoldencomb，
　　Andallaroundeacheye’ssepulchralcell
　　Pointedeachfringedlash;thesmearedloam
　　Withtears，aschillyasadrippingwell，
　　Shedrench’daway：—andstillshecomb’d，andkept
　　Sighingallday—andstillshekiss’d，andwept.
　　LII.
　　Theninasilkenscarf，—sweetwiththedews
　　Ofpreciousflowerspluck’dinAraby，
　　Anddivineliquidscomewithodorousooze
　　Throughthecoldserpent—piperefreshfully，—
　　Shewrapp’ditup;andforitstombdidchoose
　　Agarden—pot，whereinshelaiditby，
　　Andcover’ditwithmould，ando’eritset
　　SweetBasil，whichhertearskepteverwet.
　　LIII.
　　Andsheforgotthestars，themoon，andsun，
　　Andsheforgottheblueabovethetrees，
　　Andsheforgotthedellswherewatersrun，
　　Andsheforgotthechillyautumnbreeze;
　　Shehadnoknowledgewhenthedaywasdone，
　　Andthenewmornshesawnot：butinpeace
　　HungoverhersweetBasilevermore，
　　Andmoisten’ditwithtearsuntothecore.
　　LIV.
　　Andsosheeverfeditwiththintears，
　　Whencethick，andgreen，andbeautifulitgrew，
　　Sothatitsmeltmorebalmythanitspeers
　　OfBasil—tuftsinFlorence;foritdrew
　　Nurturebesides，andlife，fromhumanfears，
　　Fromthefastmoulderingheadthereshutfromview：
　　Sothatthejewel，safelycasketed，
　　Cameforth，andinperfumedleafitsspread.
　　LV.
　　OMelancholy，lingerhereawhile！
　　OMusic，Music，breathedespondingly！
　　OEcho，Echo，fromsomesombreisle，
　　Unknown，Lethean，sightous—Osigh！
　　Spiritsingrief，liftupyourheads，andsmile;
　　Liftupyourheads，sweetSpirits，heavily，
　　Andmakeapalelightinyourcypressglooms，
　　Tintingwithsilverwanyourmarbletombs.
　　LVI.
　　Moanhither，allyesyllablesofwoe，
　　FromthedeepthroatofsadMelpomene！
　　Throughbronzedlyreintragicordergo，
　　Andtouchthestringsintoamystery;
　　Soundmournfullyuponthewindsandlow;
　　ForsimpleIsabelissoontobe
　　Amongthedead：Shewithers，likeapalm
　　CutbyanIndianforitsjuicybalm.
　　LVII.
　　Oleavethepalmtowitherbyitself;
　　LetnotquickWinterchillitsdyinghour！—
　　Itmaynotbe—thoseBaalitesofpelf，
　　Herbrethren，notedthecontinualshower
　　Fromherdeadeyes;andmanyacuriouself，
　　Amongherkindred，wonder’dthatsuchdower
　　Ofyouthandbeautyshouldbethrownaside
　　Byonemark’douttobeaNoble’sbride.
　　LVIII.
　　And，furthermore，herbrethrenwonder’dmuch
　　WhyshesatdroopingbytheBasilgreen，
　　Andwhyitflourish’d，asbymagictouch;
　　Greatlytheywonder’dwhatthethingmightmean：
　　Theycouldnotsurelygivebelief，thatsuch
　　Averynothingwouldhavepowertowean
　　Herfromherownfairyouth，andpleasuresgay，
　　Andevenremembranceofherlove’sdelay.
　　LIX.
　　Thereforetheywatch’datimewhentheymightsift
　　Thishiddenwhim;andlongtheywatch’dinvain;
　　Forseldomdidshegotochapel—shrift，
　　Andseldomfeltsheanyhunger—pain;
　　Andwhensheleft，shehurriedback，asswift
　　Asbirdonwingtobreastitseggsagain;
　　And，patientasahen—bird，satherthere
　　BesideherBasil，weepingthroughherhair.
　　LX.
　　Yettheycontriv’dtostealtheBasil—pot，
　　Andtoexamineitinsecretplace;
　　Thethingwasvilewithgreenandlividspot，
　　AndyettheyknewitwasLorenzo’sface：
　　Theguerdonoftheirmurdertheyhadgot，
　　AndsoleftFlorenceinamoment’sspace，
　　Nevertoturnagain.—Awaytheywent，
　　Withbloodupontheirheads，tobanishment.
　　LXI.
　　OMelancholy，turnthineeyesaway！
　　OMusic，Music，breathedespondingly！
　　OEcho，Echo，onsomeotherday，
　　FromislesLethean，sightous—Osigh！
　　Spiritsofgrief，singnotyour"Well—a—way！"
　　ForIsabel，sweetIsabel，willdie;
　　Willdieadeathtooloneandincomplete，
　　Nowtheyhaveta’enawayherBasilsweet.
　　LXII.
　　Piteousshelook’dondeadandsenselessthings，
　　AskingforherlostBasilamorously;
　　Andwithmelodiouschuckleinthestrings
　　Ofherlornvoice，sheoftentimeswouldcry
　　AfterthePilgriminhiswanderings，
　　ToaskhimwhereherBasilwas;andwhy
　　’Twashidfromher："Forcruel’tis，"saidshe，
　　"TostealmyBasil—potawayfromme."
　　LXIII.
　　Andsoshepined，andsoshediedforlorn，
　　ImploringforherBasiltothelast.
　　NoheartwasthereinFlorencebutdidmourn
　　Inpityofherlove，soovercast.
　　Andasaddittyofthisstoryborn
　　Frommouthtomouththroughallthecountrypass’d：
　　Stillistheburthensung—"Ocruelty，
　　"TostealmyBasil—potawayfromme！"
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　LINESRHYMEDINALETTERFROMOXFORD
　　byJohnKeats
　　I.
　　TheGothiclookssolemn，
　　TheplainDoriccolumn
　　SupportsanoldBishopandCrosier;
　　Themoulderingarch，
　　Shadedo’erbyalarch
　　StandsnextdoortoWilsontheHosier.
　　II.
　　Vice—thatis，byturns，—
　　O’erpalefacesmourns
　　Theblacktassell’dtrencherandcommonhat;
　　TheChantryboysings，
　　TheSteeple—bellrings，
　　AndasfortheChancellor—dominat.
　　III.
　　Thereareplentyoftrees，
　　Andplentyofease，
　　AndplentyoffatdeerforParsons;
　　Andwhenitisvenison，
　　Shortisthebenison，—
　　Theneachonalegorthighfastens.
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　OSOLITUDE！IFIMUSTWITHTHEEDWELL
　　byJohnKeats
　　OSolitude！ifImustwiththeedwell，
　　Letitnotbeamongthejumbledheap
　　Ofmurkybuildings;climbwithmethesteep，—
　　Nature’sobservatory—whencethedell，
　　Itsfloweryslopes，itsriver’scrystalswell，
　　Mayseemaspan;letmethyvigilskeep
　　’Mongstboughspavillion’d，wherethedeer’sswiftleap
　　Startlesthewildbeefromthefox—glovebell.
　　ButthoughI’llgladlytracethesesceneswiththee，
　　Yetthesweetconverseofaninnocentmind，
　　Whosewordsareimagesofthoughtsrefin’d，
　　Ismysoul’spleasure;anditsuremustbe
　　Almostthehighestblissofhuman—kind，
　　Whentothyhauntstwokindredspiritsflee.
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　ODE
　　（"BARDSOFPASSIONANDOFMIRTH"）
　　byJohnKeats
　　ODE
　　BardsofPassionandofMirth，
　　Yehaveleftyoursoulsonearth！
　　Haveyesoulsinheaventoo，
　　Double—livedinregionsnew？
　　Yes，andthoseofheavencommune
　　Withthespheresofsunandmoon;
　　Withthenoiseoffountainswond’rous，
　　Andtheparleofvoicesthund’rous;
　　Withthewhisperofheaven’strees
　　Andoneanother，insoftease
　　SeatedonElysianlawns
　　Brows’dbynonebutDian’sfawns;
　　Underneathlargeblue—bellstented，
　　Wherethedaisiesarerose—scented，
　　Andtheroseherselfhasgot
　　Perfumewhichonearthisnot;
　　Wherethenightingaledothsing
　　Notasenseless，trancedthing，
　　Butdivinemelodioustruth;
　　Philosophicnumberssmooth;
　　Talesandgoldenhistories
　　Ofheavenanditsmysteries.
　　Thusyeliveonhigh，andthen
　　Ontheearthyeliveagain;
　　Andthesoulsyeleftbehindyou
　　Teachus，here，thewaytofindyou，
　　Whereyourothersoulsarejoying，
　　Neverslumber’d，nevercloying.
　　Here，yourearth—bornsoulsstillspeak
　　Tomortals，oftheirlittleweek;
　　Oftheirsorrowsanddelights;
　　Oftheirpassionsandtheirspites;
　　Oftheirgloryandtheirshame;
　　Whatdothstrengthenandwhatmaim.
　　Thusyeteachus，everyday，
　　Wisdom，thoughfledfaraway.
　　BardsofPassionandofMirth，
　　Yehaveleftyoursoulsonearth！
　　Yehavesoulsinheaventoo，
　　Double—livedinregionsnew！
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　ODEONINDOLENCE
　　byJohnKeats
　　Theytoilnot，neitherdotheyspin.
　　I.
　　Onemornbeforemewerethreefiguresseen，
　　Withbowednecks，andjoinedhands，side—faced;
　　Andonebehindtheotherstepp’dserene，
　　Inplacidsandals，andinwhiterobesgraced;
　　Theypass’d，likefiguresonamarbleurn
　　Whenshiftedroundtoseetheotherside;
　　Theycameagain，as，whentheurnoncemore
　　Isshiftedround，thefirstseenshadesreturn;
　　Andtheywerestrangetome，asmaybetide
　　Withvases，toonedeepinPhidianlore.
　　II.
　　Howisit，Shadows！thatIknewyenot？
　　Howcameyemuffledinsohushamasque？
　　Wasitasilentdeep—disguisedplot
　　Tostealaway，andleavewithoutatask
　　Myidledays？Ripewasthedrowsyhour;
　　Theblissfulcloudofsummer—indolence
　　Benumb’dmyeyes;mypulsegrewlessandless;
　　Painhadnosting，andpleasure’swreathnoflower：
　　O，whydidyenotmelt，andleavemysense
　　Unhauntedquiteofallbut—nothingness？
　　III.
　　Athirdtimecametheyby;—alas！wherefore？
　　Mysleephadbeenembroider’dwithdimdreams;
　　Mysoulhadbeenalawnbesprinkledo’er
　　Withflowers，andstirringshades，andbaffledbeams：
　　Themornwasclouded，butnoshowerfell，
　　ThoughinherlidshungthesweettearsofMay;
　　Theopencasementpress’danew—leav’dvine，
　　Letinthebuddingwarmthandthrostle’slay;
　　OShadows！’twasatimetobidfarewell！
　　Uponyourskirtshadfallennotearsofmine.
　　IV.
　　Athirdtimepass’dtheyby，and，passing，turn’d
　　Eachonethefaceamomentwhilestome;
　　Thenfaded，andtofollowthemIburn’d
　　Andach’dforwingsbecauseIknewthethree;
　　ThefirstwasafairMaid，andLovehername;
　　ThesecondwasAmbition，paleofcheek，
　　Andeverwatchfulwithfatiguedeye;
　　Thelast，whomIlovemore，themoreofblame
　　Isheap’duponher，maidenmostunmeek，—
　　IknewtobemydemonPoesy.
　　V.
　　Theyfaded，and，forsooth！Iwantedwings：
　　Ofolly！Whatislove！andwhereisit？
　　AndforthatpoorAmbition！itsprings
　　Fromaman’slittleheart’sshortfever—fit;
　　ForPoesy！—no，—shehasnotajoy，—
　　Atleastforme，—sosweetasdrowsynoons，
　　Andeveningssteep’dinhoniedindolence;
　　O，foranagesoshelter’dfromannoy，
　　ThatImayneverknowhowchangethemoons，
　　Orhearthevoiceofbusycommon—sense！
　　VI.
　　So，yethreeGhosts，adieu！Yecannotraise
　　Myheadcool—beddedintheflowerygrass;
　　ForIwouldnotbedietedwithpraise，
　　Apet—lambinasentimentalfarce！
　　Fadesoftlyfrommyeyes，andbeoncemore
　　Inmasque—likefiguresonthedreamyurn;
　　Farewell！Iyethavevisionsforthenight，
　　Andforthedayfaintvisionsthereisstore;
　　Vanish，yePhantoms！frommyidlespright，
　　Intotheclouds，andnevermorereturn！
　　THEEND.
　　1816
　　ODEONMELANCHOLY
　　byJohnKeats
　　I.
　　No，no，gonottoLethe，neithertwist
　　Wolf’s—bane，tight—rooted，foritspoisonouswine;
　　Norsufferthypaleforeheadtobekiss’d
　　Bynightshade，rubygrapeofProserpine;
　　Makenotyourrosaryofyew—berries，
　　Norletthebeetle，northedeath—mothbe
　　YourmournfulPsyche，northedownyowl
　　Apartnerinyoursorrow’smysteries;
　　Forshadetoshadewillcometoodrowsily，
　　Anddrownthewakefulanguishofthesoul.
　　II.
　　Butwhenthemelancholyfitshallfall
　　Suddenfromheavenlikeaweepingcloud，
　　Thatfostersthedroop—headedflowersall，
　　AndhidesthegreenhillinanAprilshroud;
　　Thenglutthysorrowonamorningrose，
　　Orontherainbowofthesaltsand—wave，
　　Oronthewealthofglobedpeonies;
　　Orifthymistresssomerichangershows，
　　Emprisonhersofthand，andletherrave，
　　Andfeeddeep，deepuponherpeerlesseyes.
　　III.
　　ShedwellswithBeauty—Beautythatmustdie;
　　AndJoy，whosehandiseverathislips
　　Biddingadieu;andachingPleasurenigh，
　　TurningtoPoisonwhilethebee—mouthsips：
　　Ay，intheverytempleofdelight
　　Veil’dMelancholyhashersovranshrine，
　　Thoughseenofnonesavehimwhosestrenuoustongue
　　CanburstJoy’sgrapeagainsthispalatefine;
　　Hissoulshalltastethesadnessofhermight，
　　Andbeamonghercloudytrophieshung.