That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,Īnd with thee fade away into the forest dim:įade far away, dissolve, and quite forget O, for a draught of vintage! that hath beenĬool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,ĭance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!įull of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains Readers should read this poem to experience Keats' exquisite language and gain insight into the complexities of the human spirit, finding inspiration and introspection within its verses. This poem, which Keats published in 1820, demonstrates his expertise in the poetic form and his capacity to explore profound themes. "Ode to Psyche" by John Keats is a captivating exploration of the mythical deity and a compelling reflection on the human psyche. Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:Īnd there shall be for thee all soft delightĪ bright torch, and a casement ope at night, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:įar, far around shall those dark-cluster'd treesįledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep Īnd there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspir'd. When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, O brightest! though too late for antique vows, No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu,įairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star,įairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Their arms embraced, and their pinions too They lay calm-breathing, on the bedded grass Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrungīy sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,Īnd pardon that thy secrets should be sungĪnd, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Here, you can read some of the amazing poems that have been penned by one of the best poets of all time.
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