Bards of Passion and of Mirth

 

 
ODE 
 
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,   
Ye have left your souls on earth!   
Have ye souls in heaven too,   
Double-lived in regions new?   
Yes, and those of heaven commune         
With the spheres of sun and moon;   
With the noise of fountains wond’rous,   
And the parle of voices thund’rous;   
With the whisper of heaven’s trees   
And one another, in soft ease          
Seated on Elysian lawns   
Brows’d by none but Dian’s fawns;   
Underneath large blue-bells tented,   
Where the daisies are rose-scented,   
And the rose herself has got          
Perfume which on earth is not;   
Where the nightingale doth sing   
Not a senseless, tranced thing,   
But divine melodious truth;   
Philosophic numbers smooth;          
Tales and golden histories   
Of heaven and its mysteries.   
   
  Thus ye live on high, and then   
On the earth ye live again;   
And the souls ye left behind you          
Teach us, here, the way to find you,   
Where your other souls are joying,   
Never slumber’d, never cloying.   
Here, your earth-born souls still speak   
To mortals, of their little week;          
Of their sorrows and delights;   
Of their passions and their spites;   
Of their glory and their shame;   
What doth strengthen and what maim.   
Thus ye teach us, every day,          
Wisdom, though fled far away.   
   
  Bards of Passion and of Mirth,   
Ye have left your souls on earth!   
Ye have souls in heaven too,   
Double-lived in regions new!          
 
John Keats (1795-1821) 
  

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