POEMS 1817

by

JOHN KEATS







"What more felicity can fall to creature,
Than to enjoy delight with liberty."

_Fate of the Butterfly_.--SPENSER.




DEDICATION.

TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ.

Glory and loveliness have passed away;
For if we wander out in early morn,
No wreathed incense do we see upborne
Into the east, to meet the smiling day:
No crowd of nymphs soft voic'd and young, and gay,
In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,