By John Keats
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Go away them, O Muse! for thou anon wilt locate Many a fallen outdated Divinity Wandering in useless approximately bewildered seashores. interim contact piously the Delphic harp, and never a wind of heaven yet will breathe In reduction tender warble from the Dorian flute; For lo! ’tis for the daddy of all verse. Flush every little thing that hath a vermeil hue, permit the rose glow severe and hot the air, And permit the clouds of even and of morn drift in voluptuous fleeces o’er the hills; permit the crimson wine in the goblet boil, chilly as a effervescent good; permit faint-lipp’d shells, On sands, or in nice deeps, vermilion flip via all their labyrinths; and enable the maid Blush keenly, as with a few hot kiss surpris’d. leader isle of the embowered Cyclades, celebrate, O Delos, with thine olives eco-friendly, And poplars, and lawn-shading fingers, and beech, during which the Zephyr breathes the loudest tune, And hazels thick, dark-stemm’d underneath the colour: Apollo is once again the golden subject! the place used to be he, while the large of the sunlight Stood vivid, amid the sorrow of his friends? jointly had he left his mom reasonable And his twin-sister dozing of their bower, And within the morning twilight wandered forth Beside the osiers of a rivulet, complete ankle-deep in lilies of the vale. The nightingale had ceas’d, and some stars have been lingering within the heavens, whereas the thrush all started calm-throated. all through the entire isle there has been no covert, no retired cave Unhaunted by way of the murmurous noise of waves, notwithstanding scarcely heard in lots of a eco-friendly recess. He listen’d, and he wept, and his vivid tears Went trickling down the golden bow he held. therefore with half-shut suffused eyes he stood, whereas from underneath a few cumbrous boughs demanding through With solemn step an lousy Goddess got here, And there has been purport in her appears to be like for him, Which he with keen bet started to learn Perplex’d, the whereas melodiously he acknowledged: ‘How cam’st thou over the unfooted sea? ‘Or hath that old mien and robed shape ‘Mov’d in those vales invisible until eventually now? ‘Sure i've got heard these vestments sweeping o’er ‘The fallen leaves, whilst i've got sat by myself ‘In cool mid-forest. without doubt i've got traced ‘The rustle of these abundant skirts approximately ‘These grassy solitudes, and noticeable the plant life ‘Lift up their heads, as nonetheless the whisper pass’d. ‘Goddess! i've got beheld these eyes prior to, ‘And their everlasting calm, and all that face, ‘Or i've got dream’d. ’ — ‘Yes,’ stated the ideally suited form, ‘Thou hast dream’d of me; and awaking up ‘Didst discover a lyre all golden through thy part, ‘Whose strings touch’d by means of thy arms, the entire tremendous ‘Unwearied ear of the full universe ‘Listen’d in soreness and enjoyment on the start ‘Of such new tuneful ask yourself. Is’t now not unusual ‘That thou shouldst weep, so proficient? inform me, early life, ‘What sorrow thou canst suppose; for i'm unhappy ‘When thou dost shed a tear: clarify thy griefs ‘To person who during this lonely isle hath been ‘The watcher of thy sleep and hours of existence, ‘From the younger day whilst first thy child hand ‘Pluck’d witless the vulnerable flora, until eventually thine arm ‘Could bend that bow heroic to all occasions.