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Foraging for sticks and straw.
Thou shalt, at one glance, behold
The daisy and the marigold ;
White-plum'd lillies, and the first
Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst;
Shaded hyacinth, alway
Sapphire queen of the mid-May ;
And every leaf, and every flower
Pearled with the self-same shower.
Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep
Meagre from its celled sleep;
And the snake all winter-thin
Cast on sunny bank its skin ;
Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see
Hatching in the hawthorn-tree,
When the hen-bird's wing doth rest
Quiet on her mossy nest;
Then the hurry and alarm
When the bee-hive casts its swarm ;
Acorns ripe down-pattering,
While the autumn breezes sing.



Oh, sweet Fancy ! let her loose;
Every thing is spoilt by use :

(50) In the manuscript we read Hedge-row primrose.
(54) In the manuscript we read same soft shower.
(57-8) In the manuscript, thus-

And the snake all winter-shrank
Cast its skin on sunny

bank... (66) There is an additional couplet after this line in the manuscript

For the same sleek-throated mouse

To store up in its winter house. (67-8) Instead of this couplet the manuscript has the following four lines :



Where's the cheek that doth not fade,
Too much gaz'd at ? Where's the maid
Whose lip mature is ever new ?
Where's the eye, however blue,
Doth not weary? Where's the face
One would meet in every place?
Where's the voice, however soft,
One would hear so very oft ?
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.
Let, then, winged Fancy find
Thee a mistress to thy mind :
Dulcet-ey'd as Ceres' daughter,
Ere the God of Torment taught her
How to frown and how to chide;
With a waist and with a side
White as Hebe's, when her zone
Slipt its golden clasp, and down
Fell her kirtle to her feet,
While she held the goblet sweet,
And Jove grew languid.-Break the mesh

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O sweet fancy let her loose !
Every sweet is spoilt by use
Every pleasure every joy

Not a mistress but doth cloy...
(73) Does in the manuscript.
(76) The manuscript reads too oft and oft.

... Proserpin gathering flowers,
Herself a fairer flower, by gloomy Dis
Was gathered—which cost Ceres all that pain
To seek her through the world-

Paradise Lost, Book IV, lines 269-72. (89-91) Instead of these three lines the manuscript has the following seventeen:

And Jove grew languid. Mistress fair!


Of the Fancy's silken leash;
Quickly break her prison-string
And such joys as these she'll bring -
Let the winged Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.

Thou shalt have that tressed hair
Adonis tangled all for spite
And the mouth he would not kiss
And the treasure he would miss ;
And the hand he would not press
And the warmth he would distress
O the ravishment-the bliss-
Fancy has her—there she is !
Never fulsome-ever new
There she steps ! and tell me who
Has a mistress so divine ?
Be the palate ne'er so fine
She cannot sicken. Break the mesh
Of the Fancy's silken leash
Where she's tether'd to the heart-
Quick break her prison string...


[Written on the blank page before Beaumont and

Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy The Fair Maid of the Inn."]


BARDS of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double-liv'd in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wondrous,
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;


From the fact that this poem is written in Keats's Beaumont and Fletcher, now in Sir Charles Dilke's possession, and from internal evidence, we may judge it to be addressed to the brother poets of passion and mirth who wrote the tragi-comedy of The Fair Maid of the Inn, and not to the poets at large, as indicated by the title given in The Golden Treasury, to wit Ode on the Poets. (4) Cancelled line in the manuscript after line 4

With the earth ones I am talking. (5-6) Cancelled manuscript reading,

that of heaven communes

With the spheres of Suns and Moons... (10) In the manuscript, mother's.


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;


(19-20) In the manuscript there is the following uncancelled reading of this couplet

But melodious truth divine

Philosophic numbers fine,...
Compare Milton's Comus, lines 476-8,

How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,

But musical as is Apollo's lute,...
(21) Cancelled reading, Stories for Tales.
(29) Cancelled reading, loves for souls.
(30-1) In the manuscript we read-

To mortals of the little Week

They must sojournThe rest of line 31 has had too much cut off to be legible ; but I do

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