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Essential KeatsSelected by Philip Levine
By John Keats
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Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
- Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
- Dear child of sorrow! son of misery!
- How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
- Whence genius wildly flash'd, and high debate!
- How soon that voice, majestic and elate,
- Melted in dying murmurs! O how nigh
- Was night to thy fair morning! Thou didst die
- A half-blown flower, which cold blasts amate.
- But this is past. Thou art among the stars
- Of highest heaven; to the rolling spheres
- Thou sweetly singest -- nought thy hymning mars
- Above the ingrate world and human fears.
- On earth the good man base detraction bars
- From thy fair name, and waters it with tears!
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
- O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
- Let it not be among the jumbled heap
- Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --
- Nature's observatory -- whence the dell,
- Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
- May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
- 'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
- Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
- But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
- Yet the sweetconverse of an innocent mind,
- Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
- Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
- Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
- When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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