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Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning	A
And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning	A
He slants his neck beneath the waters bright	B
So silently it seems a beam of light	B
Come from the galaxy anon he sports	C
With outspread wings the Naiad Zephyr courts	C
Or ruffles all the surface of the lake	D
In striving from its crystal face to take	D
Some diamond water drops and them to treasure	E
In milky nest and sip them off at leisure	E
But not a moment can he there insure them	F
Nor to such downy rest can he allure them	F
For down they rush as though they would be free	G
And drop like hours into eternity	G
Just like that bird am I in loss of time	H
Whene'er I venture on the stream of rhyme	H
With shatter'd boat oar snapt and canvass rent	I
I slowly sail scarce knowing my intent	I
Still scooping up the water with my fingers	J
In which a trembling diamond never lingers	J
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By this friend Charles you may full plainly see	G
Why I have never penn d a line to thee	G
Because my thoughts were never free and clear	K
And little fit to please a classic ear	L
Because my wine was of too poor a savour	L
For one whose palate gladdens in the flavour	L
Of sparkling Helicon small good it were	L
To take him to a desert rude and bare	L
Who had on Baiae's shore reclin'd at ease	M
While Tasso's page was floating in a breeze	M
That gave soft music from Armida's bowers	J
Mingled with fragrance from her rarest flowers	J
Small good to one who had by Mulla's stream	N
Fondled the maidens with the breasts of cream	N
Who had beheld Belphoebe in a brook	O
And lovely Una in a leafy nook	O
And Archimago leaning o'er his book	O
Who had of all that's sweet tasted and seen	P
From silv'ry ripple up to beauty's queen	P
From the sequester'd haunts of gay Titania	Q
To the blue dwelling of divine Urania	Q
One who of late had ta'en sweet forest walks	R
With him who elegantly chats and talks	R
The wrong'd Libertas who has told you stories	M
Of laurel chaplets and Apollo s glories	M
Of troops chivalrous prancing through a city	G
And tearful ladies made for love and pity	G
With many else which I have never known	Q
Thus have I thought and days on days have flown	Q
Slowly or rapidly unwilling still	S
For you to try my dull unlearned quill	S
Nor should I now but that I've known you long	T
That you first taught me all the sweets of song	T
The grand the sweet the terse the free the fine	Q
What swell'd with pathos and what right divine	Q
Spenserian vowels that elope with ease	M
And float along like birds o'er summer seas	M
Miltonian storms and more Miltonian tenderness	U
Michael in arms and more meek Eve s fair slenderness	U
Who read for me the sonnet swelling loudly	G
Up to its climax and then dying proudly	G
Who found for me the grandeur of the ode	V
Growing like Atlas stronger from its load	V
Who let me taste that more than cordial dram	W
The sharp the rapier pointed epigram	W
Shew'd me that epic was of all the king	A
Round vast and spanning all like Saturn's ring	A
You too upheld the veil from Clio's beauty	G
And pointed out the patriot's stern duty	G
The might of Alfred and the shaft of Tell	X
The hand of Brutus that so grandly fell	X
Upon a tyrant's head Ah had I never seen	Q
Or known your kindness what might I have been	Q
What my enjoyments in my youthful years	U
Bereft of all that now my life endears	U
And can I e'er these benefits forget	Y
And can I e'er repay the friendly debt	Y
No doubly no yet should these rhymings please	U
I shall roll on the grass with two fold ease	U
For I have long time been my fancy feeding	A
With hopes that you would one day think the reading	A
Of my rough verses not an hour mis s pent	I
Should it e'er be so what a rich content	I
Some weeks have pass'd since last I saw the spires	U
In lucent Thames reflected warm desires	U
To see the sun o'er peep the eastern dimness	U
And morning shadows streaking into slimness	U
Across the lawny fields and pebbly water	L
To mark the time as they grow broad and shorter	L
To feel the air that plays about the hills	U
And sips its freshness from the little rills	U
To see high golden corn wave in the light	B
When Cynthia smiles upon a summer's night	B
And peers among the cloudlet's jet and white	B
As though she were reclining in a bed	Z
Of bean blossoms in heaven freshly shed	Z
No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures	U
Than I began to think of rhymes and measures	U
The air that floated by me seem d to say	U
'Write thou wilt never have a better day '	-
And so I did When many lines I d written	Q
Though with their grace I was not oversmitten	Q
Yet as my hand was warm I thought I d better	L
Trust to my feelings and write you a letter	L
Such an attempt required an inspiration	Q
Of a peculiar sort a consummation	Q
Which had I felt these scribblings might have been	Q
Verses from which the soul would never wean	Q
But many days have past since last my heart	A2
Was warm d luxuriously by divine Mozart	A2
By Arne delighted or by Handel madden'd	A2
Or by the song of Erin pierc d and sadden'd	A2
What time you were before the music sitting	A
And the rich notes to each sensation fitting	A
Since I have walk'd with you through shady lanes	U
That freshly terminate in open plains	U
And revel'd in a chat that ceased not	A2
When at night fall among your books we got	A2
No nor when supper came nor after that	A2
Nor when reluctantly I took my hat	A2
No nor till cordially you shook my hand	A2
Mid way between our homes your accents bland	A2
Still sounded in my ears when I no more	L
Could hear your footsteps touch the grav ly floor	L
Sometimes I lost them and then found again	Q
You chang'd the footpath for the grassy plain	Q
In those still moments I have wish'd you joys	U
That well you know to honour 'Life's very toys	U
'With him ' said I 'will take a pleasant charm	B2
'It cannot be that ought will work him harm '	-
These thoughts now come o er me with all their might	A2
Again I shake your hand friend Charles good night	A2

John Keats

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