JOHN KEATS The frozen God still couchant on the earth, 95 As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Peers like the front of Saturn. Who had To make me desolate? whence came the strength? How was it nurtur'd to such bursting forth, But it is so; and I am smother'd up, 105 Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 110 Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, - I 20 Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round pets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 126 130 Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue 20 Flatter'd to tears this agèd man and poor; But no already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough ashes sat he for his soul's reprieve, And all night kept awake, for sinners' sake to grieve. That ancient Beadsman heard the prelude And so it chanc'd, for many a door was wide rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross35 wise on their breasts. ! Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy That he might see her beauty unespied, And win perhaps that night a peerless bride, While legioned fairies pac'd the coverlet, And pale enchantment held her sleepy-eyed. Never on such a night have lovers met, 170 Since Merlin paid his Demon all the monstrous debt.3 4 "It shall be as thou wishest," said the dame: 'All cates and dainties shall be stored there Quickly on this feast-night: by the tambour frame Her own lute thou wilt see: no time to spare, For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. 177 Wait here, my child, with patience; kneel in prayer The while. Ah! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.' 180 |