John Keats

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

On A Dream - Poem by John Keats

As Hermes once took to his feathers light
When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,
So on a Delphic reed my idle spright
So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes,
And, seeing it asleep, so fled away:
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev'd a day;
But to that second circle of sad hell,
Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.


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  • Gold Star - 16,729 Points * Sunprincess * (11/29/2013 8:59:00 PM)

    beautiful lines
    ~As Hermes once took to his feathers light
    When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,
    So on a Delphic reed my idle spright ~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010



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