THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. “Oh! call my Brother back to me ! The summer comes with flower and bee- "The butterfly is glancing bright "The flowers run wild-the flowers we sow'd Our vine is drooping with its load Oh! call him back to me!" "He could not hear thy voice, fair child, The face that once like spring-time smiled "A rose's brief bright life of joy, "And has he left his birds and flowers, And must I call in vain? And, through the long, long summer hours, "And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh, while my Brother with me play'd, TO A FAMILY BIBLE. What household thoughts around thee, as their shrine, Cling reverently?-of anxious looks beguiled, My mother's eyes, upon thy page divine, Each day were bent-her accents gravely mild, FROM ODE TO AUTUMN. Fall on my wakened spirit, there to be 479 JOHN KEATS. (1796-1820.) IF this young poet had lived, he might have rivalled the finest genius of his time. He was the son of a livery stable keeper in London, and was at first apprenticed to a surgeon. An ardent student from his youth, he displayed more than most men of his period capacities for poetry, and he displayed them in all the luxuriance of enthusiasm that renders even the literary errors of youth beautiful. The rough reception by the Quarterly Review of his first publication, "Endymion," has been said to have led to the state of his health that terminated in his death, and Byron has countenanced this idea in his Don Juan, but it is incorrect. Consumption had already begun its fatal inroads. Keats ultimately proceeded to Italy to avert the progress of disease, but died at Rome in the arms of his faithful friend, a young painter, Mr. Severn, "who had almost risked his own life by unwearied attendance on his friend." etc. Besides "Endymion," he has left a fragment, "Hyperion," "Lamia,” His writings are fervid but untrained, full of luxuriant descriptions of nature, and bright with noble pictures of classical mythology. Of his "Hyperion," Byron said, that it "seems actually inspired by the Titans. But his poetry teaches nothing; it is in general the mere expression of intense sensuous enjoyment of natural beauty.1 FROM ODE TO AUTUMN. WHO hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. 'It must have been this quality of his poetry that excited the admiration of Shelley, much of whose writing is cast in a similar mould; he lamented the fate of his friend in the elegy, "Adonais.' When Shelley's body was recovered in the gulf of Spezzia, a volume of the poetry of Keats was found open in his pocket. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Or sinking, as the light wind lives or dies; FROM ENDYMION.-BOOK I. HYMN TO PAN. O Thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang Who lovest to see the hamadryads1 dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken; And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken The dreary melody of bedded reeds In desolate places, where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth; Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx2-do thou now, By all the trembling mazes that she ran, Thou, to whom every fawn and satyr flies To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw; Bewildered shepherds to their path again; For thee to tumble into Naiads'' cells, And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping; 1 Wood-nymphs, supposed to be produced with and to die with the trees to which they were tutelary: from Gr. hama, along with, drys, an oak. 2 The nymph Syrinx, flying from the pursuit of Pan, was changed at her prayer into a reed, from which the god formed his pipe. 8 The Naiads are associated with the wood-gods in the poetry of Theocritus and Virgil, Eclog. vi. 20. FROM ENDYMION. The while they pelt each other on the crown O hearkener to the loud clapping shears, The many that are come to pay their vows, Be still the unimaginable lodge Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea; An element filling the space between ; An unknown-but no more : We humbly screen * 1 Comp. Virg., Eclog. iii. 64. 481 2 "The later Platonists considered Pan (like many other deities) as a cosmogonic power, having many of the attributes of Hermes, with whom indeed he is sometimes identified (as the sons of some other deities were with their fathers); and his name, which they chose to interpret by Universe,' was used as an argument for this theory." 3 Dryope (Oak-voice), a wood-nymph. One of the myths of Pan's birth is that he was her son by Hermes; Orph. Hymn xix. 34. 4 The Wolf-mountain, in Arcadia, sacred to the god. This hymn, abounding as it does in faults of language and versification, and though stilted in expression, and crowded with imagery in violation of the simplicity of classical models, forms, in its aspiring fervour of ambition, a fair specimen of the early style of Keats U FROM BOOK III. MOONLIGHT. Eterne Apollo! that thy sister1 fair And there she sits most meek and most alone; As if thine eye, high Poet! was not bent O Moon! the oldest shades 'mong oldest trees O Moon! old boughs lisp forth a holier din And yet thy benediction passeth not One obscure hiding-place, one little spot Where pleasure may be sent the nested wren TO AUTUMN. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 1 See note 3, p. 26. |