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Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing:
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake:
And lo!--whose stedfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael-s whispering.
And other spirits there are standing apart
Upon the forehead of the age to come;
These, these will give the world another heart,
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings?-------
Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.
Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (haydon)
John Keats
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Poem topics: cloud, freedom, heart, never, rose, smile, spring, world, wing, earth, wide, social, great, hear, listen, chain, sake, violet, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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