Tuesday, January 16, 2007

To Hope

I am posting a beautiful poem by John Keats today.This poem is all that a optimist thinks and romanticises.I thought it would be good change from boring,and drab prose.Hope is what keeps people going on,in the most difficult times.Ask me,I know about it.Read on and hope


To Hope....by Keats

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!
Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!
In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed -
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!
Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed, Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.

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