John Keats

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

A Draught Of Sunshine - Poem by John Keats

Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
Away with old Hock and madeira,
Too earthly ye are for my sport;
There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
Instead of a piriful rummer,
My wine overbrims a whole summer;
My bowl is the sky,
And I drink at my eye,
Till I feel in the brain
A Delphian pain -
Then follow, my Caius! then follow:
On the green of the hill
We will drink our fill
Of golden sunshine,
Till our brains intertwine
With the glory and grace of Apollo!
God of the Meridian,
And of the East and West,
To thee my soul is flown,
And my body is earthward press'd. -
It is an awful mission,
A terrible division;
And leaves a gulph austere
To be fill'd with worldly fear.
Aye, when the soul is fled
To high above our head,
Affrighted do we gaze
After its airy maze,
As doth a mother wild,
When her young infant child
Is in an eagle's claws -
And is not this the cause
Of madness? - God of Song,
Thou bearest me along
Through sights I scarce can bear:
O let me, let me share
With the hot lyre and thee,
The staid Philosophy.
Temper my lonely hours,
And let me see thy bowers
More unalarm'd!


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  • Adeeb AlfatehAdeeb Alfateh (6/23/2019 12:34:00 AM)

    Aye, when the soul is fled
    To high above our head,
    Affrighted do we gaze
    After its airy maze,

    great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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  • Drtony BrahminDrtony Brahmin (6/22/2019 1:27:00 PM)

    The great John Keats whom we studied in the literature classes. lovely. tony (Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (6/22/2019 11:47:00 AM)

    A thoughtfully envisioned profound life song reflecting different aspects of the personality of the poet inclusive of the melancholia that occasionally grips him. (Report)Reply

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  • Bill CantrellBill Cantrell (6/22/2019 10:30:00 AM)

    So happy to see a genuine poem being picked, the genius of Keats stands the test of time and always will! (Report)Reply

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  • Savita TyagiSavita Tyagi (6/22/2019 8:41:00 AM)

    From meditative hours arises beautiful poetry. Same hours bring frightful images. Keats had faced them and utilized them so skillfully to create this marvelous poem. (Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (6/22/2019 7:37:00 AM)

    O let me, let me share
    With the hot lyre and thee,
    The staid Philosophy.
    Temper my lonely hours,
    And let me see thy bowers
    More unalarm'd! outstanding conceptualization. This is one of the beautiful poem by Jojn Keats.
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  • Glen KappyGlen Kappy (6/22/2019 7:36:00 AM)

    The first part of this poem made me wonder if Emily Dickinson had read it before she wrote hers that begins, “I taste a liquor never brewed”—they’re so similar. But then Keats’ delight in nature in this poem took an unexpected direction for me—fear—of his death if I read him right—a fear so well and poignantly expressed in his sonnet which begins, “When I have fears that I may cease to be.” -GK (Report)Reply

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  • Sylvia Frances ChanSylvia Frances Chan (6/22/2019 7:04:00 AM)

    The poetry of Keats is characterized by sensual imagery, most notably in the series of odes.
    Today his poems and letters are some of the most popular and most analyzed in English literature. Anf that is my subject and accidentally he is my most favourite all poets all times. Too saddest, he became world famous after his death still 24 years old, he died OTW back to England from sunny Italy. He wanted to be buried in his country.
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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (6/22/2019 5:14:00 AM)

    Till l feel in the brain! ! !


    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Unnikrishnan E S (12/23/2018 11:04:00 PM)

    What an exquisite imagery!
    “My wine overbrims a whole summer;
    My bowl is the sky, ”

    Only Keats can write this.
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  • Prabir GayenPrabir Gayen (12/20/2018 11:58:00 PM)

    Extremely romantic poem with extraordinary skill and rhythm... Beautifully executed.. . Supreme (Report)Reply

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  • Sylvaonyema UbaSylvaonyema Uba (4/13/2018 6:26:00 AM)

    Temper my lonely hours. Well communicated. SYLVA- ONYEMA UBA (Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (8/27/2015 9:41:00 PM)

    .........beautifully penned with an incredible rhythm...love this ★ (Report)Reply

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  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (10/22/2014 10:53:00 PM)

    Wonderful way to poetically portray Nature's healing spirit... (Report)Reply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/9/2014 4:39:00 AM)

    As in any other poems of the great poet this poem also feels sadness and very good words. (Report)Reply

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  • Louis Jannero Baclao (3/8/2014 11:58:00 PM)

    A simple poem yet contains imaginable and awakening words. I love how he describes every wondering thoughts. (Report)Reply

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  • Darshan Shah (1/3/2013 11:31:00 PM)

    always loved john keats for his simplicity and soberness........ (Report)Reply

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  • Wahab AbdulWahab Abdul (6/21/2012 7:57:00 PM)

    A very good poem, i enjoyed (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010



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