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And soothed them into slumbers full and deep.
Soon they awoke clear-eyed : nor burn’d with

Nor with hot fingers, nor with temples bursting:
And springing up, they met the wondering sight
Of their dear friends, nigh foolish with delight;
Who feel their arms, and breasts, and kiss, and stare,
And on their placid foreheads part the hair.
Young men and maidens at each other gazed,
With hands held back, and motionless, amazed
To see the brightness in each other's eyes ;
And so they stood, fill'd with a sweet surprise,
Until their tongues were loosed in poesy.
Therefore no lover did of anguish die :
But the soft numbers, in that moment spoken,
Made silken ties, that never may be broken.
Cynthia ! I cannot tell the greater blisses
That follow'd thine, and thy dear shepherd's kisses :
Was there a poet born ?-But now no more
My wandering spirit must no farther soar.



As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
(As I suppose) had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese.


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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.'


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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
More strange, more beautiful, more smooth, more

regal, Than wings of swans, than doves, than dim-seen which eagle?

What is it? And to what shall I
-1-7. It has a glory, and nought else can share it :

The thought thereof is awful, sweet, and holy,
Chasing away all worldliness and folly :
Coming sometimes like fearful claps of thunder;
Or the low rumblings earth's regions under; • §
And sometimes like a gentle whispering
Of all the secrets of some wondrous thing
That breathes about us in the vacant air;
So that we look around with prying stare,
Perhaps to see shapes of light, aërial limning;
And catch soft floatings from a faint-heard

To see the laurel-wreath, on high suspended,
That is to crown our name when life is ended.

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! ! 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-
47 Q Poesy! for thee I hold my pen!

That am not yet a glorious dénizen
Of thy wide heaven-should I rather kneeli

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Upon some mountain-top until I feel

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,

St. That am not yet a glorious denizen

Les Of thy wide heaven ; yet, to my ardent prayer, lui

Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air, 1/1
Smoothed for intoxication by the breath: 1 lului!
Of flowering bays, that I may die a death
Of luxury, and my young, spirit follow-
The morning sunbeams to the great Apollo,
Like a fresh sacrifice; or, if I can bear

The o'erwhelming sweets, 'twill bring me to the fair
Visious of all places : a bowery nook
Will be elysium-an 'eternal book

Whence I may copy many a lovely saying
ji About the leaves, and flowers—about the playing
67 Of nymphs in woods and fountains; and the shade
49 Keeping a silence round a sleeping maid;
69 And many a verse from so strauge influence

That we must ever wouder how, and whence
7. It came.

Also imaginings will hover
Round my fire-side, and haply there discover

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Vistas of solemn beauty, where I'd wander
In happy silence, like the clear Meander to
Through its lone vales ; and where I found a 890t75
Of awfuller shade, or an enchanted grot, 76
Or a green hill o'erspread with chequer'd dress ??
Of flowers, and fearful from its loveliness, 75
Write on my tablets all that was permitted, »?
All that was for our human senses fitted.
Then the events of this wide world I'd seizei
Like a strong giant, and my spirit tease, 52
Till at its shoulders it should proudly sees?
Wings to find out an immortality. s

Stop and consider ! life is but a day 85
A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way 86
From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep
While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep
Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan?
Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown ; ?
The reading of an ever-changing tale;
The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ;

A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air;
A laughing school-boy, without grief or care,
Riding the springy branches of an elm.


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O for ten years, that I may overwhelin
Myself in poesy !, so I may do the deed alr
That my own soul has to itself decreed. 14
Then I will pass the countries that I see
In long perspective, and continually
Taste their

pure fountains. First, the realm I'll !!

Of Flora, and old Pan, sleep in the grass,
Feed upon apples red, and strawberries,
And choose each pleasure that my fancy sees ;
Catch the white-handed nymphs in shady places,
To woo sweet kisses from averted faces,


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
May fan the cool air gently o'er my rest; 2
Another, bending o'er her nimble tread, 3
Will set a green robe floating round her head,

And still will dance with ever-varíed ease,
Smiling upon the flowers and the trees ;
Another will entice me on, and on,
Through almond blossoms and rich cinnamon ;
Till in the bosom of a leafy world
We rest in silence, like two gems upcurld"
In the recesses of a pearly shell.

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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:

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