John Keats Poems

BOOK I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
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HITHER hither, love---
'Tis a shady mead---
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!
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"Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell."

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domain
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Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
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IN drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
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From BOOK I


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
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High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
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I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,


Oh what can ail thee ...
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When they were come into Faery's Court
They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport
And dance and kiss and love as faerys do
For Faries be as human lovers true --
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