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ODE
BARDS Of PASSION

By
John Keats
December, 1818 ( published 1820 )


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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 lived on high and then

On the earth ye lived 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 !
 

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