The Golden Treasury Book Fourth CCVIII TO THE MUSES Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove,Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love CCIX ODE ON THE POETS Bards of Passion and of Mirth -Yes, and those of heaven commune Thus ye live on high, and then Bards of Passion and of Mirth Ye have left your souls on earth! Ye have souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new! J. Keats CCX ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold Oft of one wide expanse had I been told Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : He stared at the Pacific-and all his men J. Keats CCXI LOVE All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine stealing o'er the scene She lean'd against the arméd man, Few sorrows hath she of her own, The songs that make her grieve. I play'd a soft and doleful air, She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined: and ah! She listen'd with a flitting blush, But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, That sometimes from the savage den, In green and sunny glade, There came and look'd him in the face And that unknowing what he did, And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees; The scorn that crazed his brain ;- His dying words-but when I reach'd All impulses of soul and sense And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, She blush'd with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved-she stepp'd aside, |