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
　　******
　　******
　　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.