To John Keats Poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

To John Keats

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'Tis well you think me truly one of those,
Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;
For surely as I feel the bird that sings
Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,
Or the rich bee rejoicing as he goes,
Or the glad issue of emerging springs,
Or overhead the glide of a dove's wings,
Or turf, or trees, or, midst of all, repose.
And surely as I feel things lovelier still,
The human look, and the harmonious form
Containing woman, and the smile in ill,
And such a heart as Charles's, wise and warm,--
As surely as all this, I see, ev'n now,
Young Keats, a flowering laurel on your brow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cristobal Benjumea 14 February 2023

That is what love is, if you are contant

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Soggy Pete 20 September 2020

very nice and beautiful i cry sometimes when my wife reads me poetry not just because of the wors but because i love heer so very mch she is an angel

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