Thomas Hood (1789-1845 / London / England)
Sonnet -Written in Keats
I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink
Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains
From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think
Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains.
And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps
In dear remembrance,—lonely, and forlorn,
Singing it to herself until she weeps
Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn:—
And as I mused, in dull imaginings,
There came a flash of garments, and I knew
The awful Muse by her harmonious wings
Charming the air to music as she flew—
Anon there rose an echo through the vale
Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.
Thomas Hood's Other Poems
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- Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
- Autumn III
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- Birthday Verses
- By Eve'ry Sweet Tradition of True Hearts
- Christmas Holidays
- Fair Ines
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