As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, 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 grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in 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 kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
" Lovers need not tell their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips. I saw." Fantastic narration.Interesting poem.
Enjoyed reading this beauty: “lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm. ” Inimitable flow of images, unharnessed stream of words... great...
Extremely romantic poem with extraordinary skill and rhythm... Beautifully executed.. Keats lovely rbyme
Nobody better than Keats might highlight the mystical wonder of Dante's Poem.. Very beautiful
.........beautifully penned and so imaginative...the imagery is stunning ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keats is always so well versed in greek mythology. hermes, i love, argus, i too love and the dragons, the hundred eyes, i never saw yet i love for its dragonness. love keats.