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Full many a dreary hour have I past	A
My brain bewildered and my mind o'ercast	A
With heaviness in seasons when I've thought	A
No spherey strains by me could e'er be caught	A
From the blue dome though I to dimness gaze	B
On the far depth where sheeted lightning plays	B
Or on the wavy grass outstretched supinely	C
Pry 'mong the stars to strive to think divinely	C
That I should never hear Apollo's song	D
Though feathery clouds were floating all along	D
The purple west and two bright streaks between	E
The golden lyre itself were dimly seen	E
That the still murmur of the honey bee	C
Would never teach a rural song to me	C
That the bright glance from beauty's eyelids slanting	F
Would never make a lay of mine enchanting	F
Or warm my breast with ardour to unfold	A
Some tale of love and arms in time of old	A
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But there are times when those that love the bay	G
Fly from all sorrowing far far away	G
A sudden glow comes on them nought they see	C
In water earth or air but poesy	C
It has been said dear George and true I hold it	A
For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it	A
That when a Poet is in such a trance	C
In air her sees white coursers paw and prance	C
Bestridden of gay knights in gay apparel	C
Who at each other tilt in playful quarrel	C
And what we ignorantly sheet lightning call	C
Is the swift opening of their wide portal	C
When the bright warder blows his trumpet clear	H
Whose tones reach nought on earth but Poet's ear	I
When these enchanted portals open wide	A
And through the light the horsemen swiftly glide	A
The Poet's eye can reach those golden halls	C
And view the glory of their festivals	C
Their ladies fair that in the distance seem	J
Fit for the silv'ring of a seraph's dream	J
Their rich brimmed goblets that incessant run	K
Like the bright spots that move about the sun	K
And when upheld the wine from each bright jar	L
Pours with the lustre of a falling star	L
Yet further off are dimly seen their bowers	C
Of which no mortal eye can reach the flowers	C
And 'tis right just for well Apollo knows	C
'Twould make the Poet quarrel with the rose	C
All that's revealed from that far seat of blisses	C
Is the clear fountains' interchanging kisses	C
As gracefully descending light and thin	M
Like silver streaks across a dolphin's fin	M
When he upswimmeth from the coral caves	C
And sports with half his tail above the waves	C
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These wonders strange he sees and many more	N
Whose head is pregnant with poetic lore	N
Should he upon an evening ramble fare	O
With forehead to the soothing breezes bare	O
Would he nought see but the dark silent blue	C
With all its diamonds trembling through and through	C
Or the coy moon when in the waviness	C
Of whitest clouds she does her beauty dress	C
And staidly paces higher up and higher	P
Like a sweet nun in holy day attire	P
Ah yes much more would start into his sight	A
The revelries and mysteries of night	A
And should I ever see them I will tell you	C
Such tales as needs must with amazement spell you	C
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These are the living pleasures of the bard	A
But richer far posterity's reward	A
What does he murmur with his latest breath	Q
While his proud eye looks though the film of death	Q
What though I leave this dull and earthly mould	A
Yet shall my spirit lofty converse hold	A
With after times The patriot shall feel	C
My stern alarum and unsheath his steel	C
Or in the senate thunder out my numbers	C
To startle princes from their easy slumbers	C
The sage will mingle with each moral theme	J
My happy thoughts sententious he will teem	J
With lofty periods when my verses fire him	R
And then I'll stoop from heaven to inspire him	R
Lays have I left of such a dear delight	A
That maids will sing them on their bridal night	A
Gay villagers upon a morn of May	G
When they have tired their gentle limbs with play	G
And formed a snowy circle on the grass	C
And placed in midst of all that lovely lass	C
Who chosen is their queen with her fine head	A
Crowned with flowers purple white and red	A
For there the lily and the musk rose sighing	F
Are emblems true of hapless lovers dying	F
Between her breasts that never yet felt trouble	C
A bunch of violets full blown and double	C
Serenely sleep she from a casket takes	C
A little book and then a joy awakes	C
About each youthful heart with stifled cries	C
And rubbing of white hands and sparkling eyes	C
For she's to read a tale of hopes and fears	C
One that I fostered in my youthful years	C
The pearls that on each glist'ning circlet sleep	S
Must ever and anon with silent creep	S
Lured by the innocent dimples To sweet rest	A
Shall the dear babe upon its mother's breast	A
Be lulled with songs of mine Fair world adieu	C
Thy dales and hills are fading from my view	C
Swiftly I mount upon wide spreading pinions	C
Far from the narrow bound of thy dominions	C
Full joy I feel while thus I cleave the air	O
That my soft verse will charm thy daughters fair	O
And warm thy sons Ah my dear friend and brother	P
Could I at once my mad ambition smother	P
For tasting joys like these sure I should be	C
Happier and dearer to society	C
At times 'tis true I've felt relief from pain	T
When some bright thought has darted through my brain	T
Through all that day I've felt a greater pleasure	P
Than if I'd brought to light a hidden treasure	P
As to my sonnets though none else should heed them	U
I feel delighted still that you should read them	U
Of late too I have had much calm enjoyment	A
Stretched on the grass at my best loved employment	A
Of scribbling lines for you These things I thought	A
While in my face the freshest breeze I caught	A
E'en now I'm pillowed on a bed of flowers	C
That crowns a lofty clift which proudly towers	C
Above the ocean waves The stalks and blades	C
Chequer my tablet with their quivering shades	C
On one side is a field of drooping oats	C
Through which the poppies show their scarlet coats	C
So pert and useless that they bring to mind	A
The scarlet coats that pester human kind	A
And on the other side outspread is seen	E
Ocean's blue mantle streaked with purple and green	E
Now 'tis I see a canvassed ship and now	V
Mark the bright silver curling round her prow	V
I see the lark dowm dropping to his nest	A
And the broad winged sea gull never at rest	A
For when no more he spreads his feathers free	C
His breast is dancing on the restless sea	C
Now I direct my eyes into the west	A
Which at this moment is in sunbeams drest	A
Why westward turn 'Twas but to say adieu	A
'Twas but to kiss my hand dear George to you	A

John Keats

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