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And soothed them into slumbers full and deep.
SLEEP AND POETRY.'
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
more gentle than a wind in pa summer :
72 What is more soothing than the pretty
hummer That stays one moment in an open flower, 1
1 " It was in the library of Hunt's cottage," writes Mr. Cowden Clarke, “where an extemporary bed had been inade up for Keats on the sofa, that he composed the framework and many lines of this pem, the last sixty or seventy being an inventory of the artgarniture of the room.'
And buzzes checrily from bower to bower? kicklula
What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing inilah uleluhul
"In a green island, far from all men's knowing ?
More healthful than the leafiness of dales ? tuletul
17 More secret than a nest of nightingales ? Litull! More serene than Cordelia's countenance ?
:! ///More full of visions than a high romance ? Puladell What, but thee, SleepP Soft closer of our eyes : ind |_ Low murmurer of tender lullabies ! 2. ulull// Light hóverer around our happy pillows !
kull/Wreather of poppy buds, and weeping willows ! lullSilent entangler of a beauty's tresses !
Most happy listener! when the morning blesses /Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes
That glance so brightly at the new sun-rise. 2 IL But what is higher beyond thought than thee ?
Fresher than berries of a mountain-tree ? 2
regal, Than wings of swans, than doves, than dim-seen which eagle?
What is it? And to what shall I
The thought thereof is awful, sweet, and holy,
compare it ?
SLEEP AND POETRY. Hold 137
a , * And from the heart up-springs, rejoicerejoice! uhellett
! ! Sounds which will reach the Framer of all things, liki
And die away in ardent mutterings. all No one who once the glorious sun has seen, Luule code; 2/2 And all the clouds, and felt his bosom clean -/-1.1.1-,!
3 For his great Maker's presence, but must know i call W! What 'tis I mean, and feel his being glow :
Therefore no insult will I give his spirit, ini.
By telling what he sees from native merit. wielui-
din 51 A glowing splendour round about me hung,
2 And echo back the voice of thine own tongue ? vinil ** Ś O Poesy ! for thee I grasp my pen,
Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air, 1/1
Whence I may copy many a lovely saying
That we must ever wouder how, and whence
Also imaginings will hover
Vistas of solemn beauty, where I'd wander
Stop and consider ! life is but a day 85
O for ten years, that I may overwhelin
pure fountains. First, the realm I'll !!
w Play with their fingers, touch their shoulders white ? Into a pretty shrinking with ă bite As hard as lips can make it ; till agreed, A lovely tale of human life we'll read. 200 And
one will teach a tame dove how it best
And can I ever bid these joys farewell ? | Yes, I must pass them for a nobler life, Where I
may find the agonies, the strife Of human hearts : for lo! I see afar, O'er-sailing the blue crágginess, a car And steeds with streamy manes — -the charioteer Looks out upon the winds with glorious fear; And now the numerous tramplings quiver lightly Along a huge cloud's ridge; and now with sprightly Wheel downward come they into fresher skies, Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes. / Stir downward with capacious whirl they glide ; And
now I see them on a green-hill side In breezy rest among the nodding stalks. The charioteer with wondrous gesture talks To the trees and mountains ; and there soon appear Shapes of delight, of mystery, and fear, Passing along before a dusky space Made by some mighty Oaks--as they would chase Some ever-fleeting music, on they sweep. Lol how they murmur, laugh, and smile, and weep: