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As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete	A
Was unto me but why that I ne might	A
Rest I ne wist for there n'as erthly wight	A
As I suppose had more of hertis ese	B
Than I for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese Chaucer	C
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What is more gentle than a wind in summer	C
What is more soothing than the pretty hummer	C
That stays one moment in an open flower	C
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower	C
What is more tranquil than a musk rose blowing	D
In a green island far from all men's knowing	D
More healthful than the leafiness of dales	B
More secret than a nest of nightingales	B
More serene than Cordelia's countenance	B
More full of visions than a high romance	B
What but thee Sleep Soft closer of our eyes	B
Low murmurer of tender lullabies	B
Light hoverer around our happy pillows	B
Wreather of poppy buds and weeping willows	B
Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses	B
Most happy listener when the morning blesses	B
Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes	B
That glance so brightly at the new sun rise	B
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But what is higher beyond thought than thee	E
Fresher than berries of a mountain tree	E
More strange more beautiful more smooth more regal	F
Than wings of swans than doves than dim seen eagle	F
What is it And to what shall I compare it	A
It has a glory and naught else can share it	A
The thought thereof is awful sweet and holy	E
Chasing away all worldliness and folly	E
Coming sometimes like fearful claps of thunder	C
Or the low rumblings earth's regions under	C
And sometimes like a gentle whispering	D
Of all the secrets of some wond'rous thing	D
That breathes about us in the vacant air	G
So that we look around with prying stare	G
Perhaps to see shapes of light aerial limning	D
And catch soft floatings from a faint heard hymning	D
To see the laurel wreath on high suspended	A
That is to crown our name when life is ended	A
Sometimes it gives a glory to the voice	B
And from the heart up springs rejoice rejoice	B
Sounds which will reach the Framer of all things	B
And die away in ardent mutterings	B
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No one who once the glorious sun has seen	H
And all the clouds and felt his bosom clean	H
For his great Maker's presence but must know	I
What 'tis I mean and feel his being glow	I
Therefore no insult will I give his spirit	A
By telling what he sees from native merit	A
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O Poesy for thee I hold my pen	J
That am not yet a glorious denizen	K
Of thy wide heaven Should I rather kneel	L
Upon some mountain top until I feel	L
A glowing splendour round about me hung	D
And echo back the voice of thine own tongue	D
O Poesy for thee I grasp my pen	J
That am not yet a glorious denizen	K
Of thy wide heaven yet to my ardent prayer	G
Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air	G
Smooth'd for intoxication by the breath	M
Of flowering bays that I may die a death	M
Of luxury and my young spirit follow	I
The morning sun beams to the great Apollo	I
Like a fresh sacrifice or if I can bear	G
The o'erwhelming sweets 'twill bring to me the fair	G
Visions of all places a bowery nook	D
Will be elysium an eternal book	D
Whence I may copy many a lovely saying	D
About the leaves and flowers about the playing	D
Of nymphs in woods and fountains and the shade	A
Keeping a silence round a sleeping maid	A
And many a verse from so strange influence	B
That we must ever wonder how and whence	B
It came Also imaginings will hover	C
Round my fire side and haply there discover	C
Vistas of solemn beauty where I'd wander	C
In happy silence like the clear Meander	C
Through its lone vales and where I found a spot	A
Of awfuller shade or an enchanted grot	A
Or a green hill o'erspread with chequer'd dress	B
Of flowers and fearful from its loveliness	B
Write on my tablets all that was permitted	A
All that was for our human senses fitted	A
Then the events of this wide world I'd seize	B
Like a strong giant and my spirit teaze	B
Till at its shoulders it should proudly see	B
Wings to find out an immortality	B
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Stop and consider life is but a day	A
A fragile dew drop on its perilous way	A
From a tree's summit a poor Indian's sleep	N
While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep	N
Of Montmorenci Why so sad a moan	O
Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown	O
The reading of an ever changing tale	P
The light uplifting of a maiden's veil	P
A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air	G
A laughing school boy without grief or care	G
Riding the springy branches of an elm	Q
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O for ten years that I may overwhelm	Q
Myself in poesy so I may do the deed	A
That my own soul has to itself decreed	A
Then will I pass the countries that I see	B
In long perspective and continually	B
Taste their pure fountains First the realm I'll pass	B
Of Flora and old Pan sleep in the grass	B
Feed upon apples red and strawberries	B
And choose each pleasure that my fancy sees	B
Catch the white handed nymphs in shady places	B
To woo sweet kisses from averted faces	B
Play with their fingers touch their shoulders white	A
Into a pretty shrinking with a bite	A
As hard as lips can make it till agreed	A
A lovely tale of human life we'll read	A
And one will teach a tame dove how it best	A
May fan the cool air gently o'er my rest	A
Another bending o'er her nimble tread	A
Will set a green robe floating round her head	A
And still will dance with ever varied ease	B
Smiling upon the flowers and the trees	B
Another will entice me on and on	O
Through almond blossoms and rich cinnamon	O
Till in the bosom of a leafy world	A
We rest in silence like two gems upcurl'd	A
In the recesses of a pearly shell	R
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And can I ever bid these joys farewell	R
Yes I must pass them for a nobler life	S
Where I may find the agonies the strife	S
Of human hearts for lo I see afar	T
O'ersailing the blue cragginess a car	T
And steeds with streamy manes the charioteer	T
Looks out upon the winds with glorious fear	T
And now the numerous tramplings quiver lightly	B
Along a huge cloud's ridge and now with sprightly	B
Wheel downward come they into fresher skies	B
Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes	B
Still downward with capacious whirl they glide	A
And now I see them on the green hill's side	A
In breezy rest among the nodding stalks	B
The charioteer with wond'rous gesture talks	B
To the trees and mountains and there soon appear	T
Shapes of delight of mystery and fear	T
Passing along before a dusky space	B
Made by some mighty oaks as they would chase	B
Some ever fleeting music on they sweep	N
Lo how they murmur laugh and smile and weep	N
Some with upholden hand and mouth severe	T
Some with their faces muffled to the ear	T
Between their arms some clear in youthful bloom	U
Go glad and smilingly athwart the gloom	U
Some looking back and some with upward gaze	B
Yes thousands in a thousand different ways	B
Flit onward now a lovely wreath of girls	B
Dancing their sleek hair into tangled curls	B
And now broad wings Most awfully intent	A
The driver of those steeds is forward bent	A
And seems to listen O that I might know	O
All that he writes with such a hurrying glow	O
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The visions all are fled the car is fled	A
Into the light of heaven and in their stead	A
A sense of real things comes doubly strong	D
And like a muddy stream would bear along	D
My soul to nothingness but I will strive	V
Against all doubtings and will keep alive	V
The thought of that same chariot and the strange	W
Journey it went	A
Is there so small a range	W
In the present strength of manhood that the high	X
Imagination cannot freely fly	X
As she was wont of old prepare her steeds	B
Paw up against the light and do strange deeds	B
Upon the clouds Has she not shown us all	Y
From the clear space of ether to the small	Y
Breath of new buds unfolding From the meaning	D
Of Jove's large eye brow to the tender greening	D
Of April meadows Here her altar shone	O
E'en in this isle and who could paragon	O
The fervid choir that lifted up a noise	B
Of harmony to where it aye will poise	B
Its mighty self of convoluting sound	A
Huge as a planet and like that roll round	A
Eternally around a dizzy void	A
Ay in those days the Muses were	T

John Keats

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