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Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake	A
His healthful spirit eager and awake	A
To feel the beauty of a silent eve	B
Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave	B
The light dwelt o'er the scene so lingeringly	C
He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky	D
And smiles at the far clearness all around	E
Until his heart is well nigh over wound	E
And turns for calmness to the pleasant green	F
Of easy slopes and shadowy trees that lean	F
So elegantly o'er the waters' brim	G
And show their blossoms trim	G
Scarce can his clear and nimble eye sight follow	C
The freaks and dartings of the black wing'd swallow	C
Delighting much to see it half at rest	H
Dip so refreshingly its wings and breast	H
'Gainst the smooth surface and to mark anon	F
The widening circles into nothing gone	F
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And now the sharp keel of his little boat	I
Comes up with ripple and with easy float	I
And glides into a bed of water lillies	J
Broad leav'd are they and their white canopies	J
Are upward turn'd to catch the heavens' dew	K
Near to a little island's point they grew	K
Whence Calidore might have the goodliest view	K
Of this sweet spot of earth The bowery shore	L
Went off in gentle windings to the hoar	L
And light blue mountains but no breathing man	F
With a warm heart and eye prepared to scan	F
Nature's clear beauty could pass lightly by	D
Objects that look'd out so invitingly	C
On either side These gentle Calidore	L
Greeted as he had known them long before	L
	-
The sidelong view of swelling leafiness	J
Which the glad setting sun in gold doth dress	J
Whence ever and anon the jay outsprings	J
And scales upon the beauty of its wings	J
	-
The lonely turret shatter'd and outworn	F
Stands venerably proud too proud to mourn	F
Its long lost grandeur fir trees grow around	E
Aye dropping their hard fruit upon the ground	E
	-
The little chapel with the cross above	M
Upholding wreaths of ivy the white dove	M
That on the windows spreads his feathers light	N
And seems from purple clouds to wing its flight	N
	-
Green tufted islands casting their soft shades	J
Across the lake sequester d leafy glades	J
That through the dimness of their twilight show	C
Large dock leaves spiral foxgloves or the glow	C
Of the wild cat s eyes or the silvery stems	J
Of delicate birch trees or long grass which hems	J
A little brook The youth had long been viewing	O
These pleasant things and heaven was bedewing	O
The mountain flowers when his glad senses caught	P
A trumpet's silver voice Ah it was fraught	Q
With many joys for him the warder's ken	F
Had found white coursers prancing in the glen	F
Friends very dear to him he soon will see	J
So pushes off his boat most eagerly	J
And soon upon the lake he skims along	O
Deaf to the nightingale s first under song	O
Nor minds he the white swans that dream so sweetly	J
His spirit flies before him so completely	J
	-
And now he turns a jutting point of land	R
Whence may be seen the castle gloomy and grand	R
Nor will a bee buzz round two swelling peaches	J
Before the point of his light shallop reaches	J
Those marble steps that through the water dip	S
Now over them he goes with hasty trip	S
And scarcely stays to ope the folding doors	J
Anon he leaps along the oaken floors	J
Of halls and corridors	J
	-
Delicious sounds those little bright eyed things	J
That float about the air on azure wings	J
Had been less heartfelt by him than the clang	O
Of clattering hoofs into the court he sprang	O
Just as two noble steeds and palfreys twain	F
Were slanting out their necks with loosened rein	F
While from beneath the threat'ning portcullis	J
They brought their happy burthens What a kiss	J
What gentle squeeze he gave each lady's hand	R
How tremblingly their delicate ancles spann d	J
Into how sweet a trance his soul was gone	F
While whisperings of affection	F
Made him delay to let their tender feet	T
Come to the earth with an incline so sweet	T
From their low palfreys o'er his neck they bent	U
And whether there were tears of languishment	U
Or that the evening dew had pearl'd their tresses	J
He feels a moisture on his cheek and blesses	J
With lips that tremble and with glistening eye	D
All the soft luxury	J
That nestled in his arms A dimpled hand	U
Fair as some wonder out of fairy land	U
Hung from his shoulder like the drooping flowers	J
Of whitest Cassia fresh from summer showers	J
And this he fondled with his happy cheek	O
As if for joy he would no further seek	O
When the kind voice of good Sir Clerimond	U
Came to his ear like something from beyond	U
His present being so he gently drew	L
His warm arms thrilling now with pulses new	L
From their sweet thrall and forward gently bending	O
Thank'd heaven that his joy was never ending	O
While 'gainst his forehead he devoutly press'd	U
A hand heaven made to succour the distress'd	U
A hand that from the world's bleak promontory	L
Had lifted Calidore for deeds of glory	L
Amid the pages and the torches' glare	L
There stood a knight patting the flowing hair	L
Of his proud horse's mane he was withal	J
A man of elegance and stature tall	J
So that the waving of his plumes would be	L
High as the berries of a wild ash tree	L
Or as the winged cap of Mercury	L
His armour was so dexterously wrought	U
In shape that sure no living man had thought	U
It hard and heavy steel but that indeed	U
It was some glorious form some splendid weed	U
In which a spirit new come from the skies	J
Might live and show itself to human eyes	J
'Tis the far fam'd the brave Sir Gondibert	U
Said the good man to Calidore alert	U
While the young warrior with a step of grace	J
Came up a courtly smile upon his face	J
And mailed hand held out ready to greet	U
The large eyed wonder and ambitious heat	U
Of the aspiring boy who as he led	U
Those smiling ladies often turned his head	U
To admire the visor arched so gracefully	L
Over a knightly brow while they went by	D
The lamps that from the high roof'd hall were pendent	U
And gave the steel a shining quite transcendent	U
	-
Soon in a pleasant chamber they are seated	U
The sweet lipp'd ladies have already greeted	U
All the green leaves that round the window clamber	L
To show their purple stars and bells of amber	L
Sir Gondibert has doff'd his shining steel	J
Gladdening in the free and airy feel	J
Of a light mantle and while Clerimond	U
Is looking round about him with a fond	U
And placid eye young Calidore is burning	O
To hear of knightly deeds and gallant spurning	O
Of all unworthiness and how the strong of arm	V
Kept off dismay and terror and alarm	V
From lovely woman while brimful of this	J
He gave each damsel's hand so warm a kiss	J
And had such manly ardour in his eye	D
That each at other look'd half staringly	J
And then their features started into smiles	J
Sweet as blue heavens o'er enchanted isles	J
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Softly the breezes from the forest came	W
Softly they blew aside the taper's flame	W
Clear was the song from Philomel's far bower	L
Grateful the incense from the lime tree flower	L
Mysterious wild the far heard trumpet's tone	F
Lovely the moon in ether all alone	F
Sweet too the converse of these happy mortals	J
As that of busy spirits when the portals	J
Are closing in the west or that soft humming	O
We hear around when Hesperus is coming	O
Sweet be their sleep	X

John Keats

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