1.
Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest!
Spirit here that burneth!
Spirit here that mourneth!
Spirit! I bow
My forehead low,
Enshaded with thy pinions!
Spirit! I look
All passion struck,
Into thy pale dominions!
2.
Spirit here that laughest!
Spirit here that quaffest!
Spirit here that danceth!
Spirit here that pranceth!
Spirit! with thee
I join in the glee,
While nudging the elbow of Momus!
Spirit! I flush
With a Bacchanal blush,
Just fresh from the banquet of Comus!
More verses by John Keats
- Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
- Sonnet I. To My Brother George
- Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains
- Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December
- On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt