John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid of the Inn'


BARDS of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Doubled-lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wondrous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees
And one another, in soft ease
Seated on Elysian lawns
Browsed by none but Dian's fawns;
Underneath large blue-bells tented,
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not;
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth;
Philosophic numbers smooth;
Tales and golden histories
Of heaven and its mysteries.

   Thus ye live on high, and then
On the earth ye live again;
And the souls ye left behind you
Teach us, here, the way to find you,
Where your other souls are joying,
Never slumber'd, never cloying.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week;
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their passions and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth strengthen and what maim.
Thus ye teach us, every day,
Wisdom, though fled far away.

   Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Ye have souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/11/2014 3:58:00 AM)

    A very meaningful poem that created by a literary genius poet of every time Keats I likes him as much. You have souls in heaven too meaningful words of the departed soul. wonderful. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/11/2014 3:58:00 AM)

    A very meaningful poem that created by a literary genius poet of every time Keats I likes him as much. You have souls in heaven too meaningful words of the departed soul. wonderful. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (3/4/2012 7:48:00 AM)

    you too are a bard:
    of passion, of mirth, of melancholy, of indolence
    of Beauty, of nature, , , , and what not...., , , , , ye have left your soul too...within the souls of your admirers... (Report) Reply

  • Clarissa Hopkins (3/3/2005 6:37:00 AM)

    LOL LMAO! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! ! ! ! ! OMG! someone shoot me! ! ! you should be a comedian! that is really funny! ! ! i love the bit about the souls it gave me stitches of laughter HA HA! think i might read some more! (Report) Reply

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