BARDS OF PASSION AND OF BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Yes, and those of heaven commune And the rose herself has got Perfume which on earth is not; Where the nightingale doth sing 30 5 10 15 Not a senseless, trancèd thing, Thus ye live on high, and then Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Ye have souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived in regions new! LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN SOULS of Poets dead and gone, I have heard that on a day An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac. Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? 40 1820 HYPERION LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI AH, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 5 The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lilly on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; 10 And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And sure in language strange she said, She took me to her elfin grot, 15 20 25 And there she gazed and sighed deep, 30 And there I shut her wild sad eyes So kissed to sleep. And there we slumbered on the moss, And there I dreamed, ah woe betide, The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, I saw their starved lips in the gloam On the cold hill side. And this is why I sojourn here 35 40 45 Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. 1820 130 Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?' This passion lifted him upon his feet, 135 And made his hands to struggle in the air, His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat, His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease. He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep; A little time, and then again he snatched 140 Utterance thus. - 'But cannot I create? Cannot I form? Cannot I fashion forth Another world, another universe, To overbear and crumble this to naught? Where is another chaos? Where?' That word 145 Found way unto Olympus, and made quake Or the familiar visiting of one Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries; 180 Unseen before by Gods or wondering men, Darkened the place; and neighing steeds were heard, Not heard before by Gods or wondering |