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- 1816
- FANCY
- by John Keats
- FANCY
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- Ever let the fancy roam,
- Pleasure never is at home:
- At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
- Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
- Then let winged Fancy wander
- Through the thought still spread beyond her:
- Open wide the mind's cage-door,
- She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.
- O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
- Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
- And the enjoying of the Spring
- Fades as does its blossoming;
- Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too,
- Blushing through the mist and dew,
- Cloys with tasting: What do then?
- Sit thee by the ingle, when
- The sear faggot blazes bright,
- Spirit of a winter's night;
- When the soundless earth is muffled,
- And the caked snow is shuffled
- From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;
- When the Night doth meet the Noon
- In a dark conspiracy
- To banish Even from her sky.
- Sit thee there, and send abroad,
- With a mind self-overaw'd,
- Fancy, high-commission'd:- send her!
- She has vassals to attend her:
- She will bring, in spite of frost,
- Beauties that the earth hath lost;
- She will bring thee, all together,
- All delights of summer weather;
- All the buds and bells of May,
- From dewy sward or thorny spray;
- All the heaped Autumn's wealth,
- With a still, mysterious stealth:
- She will mix these pleasures up
- Like three fit wines in a cup,
- And thou shalt quaff it:- thou shalt hear
- Distant harvest-carols clear;
- Rustle of the reaped corn;
- Sweet birds antheming the morn:
- And, in the same moment- hark!
- 'Tis the early April lark,
- Or the rooks, with busy caw,
- 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.
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- Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose;
- Every thing is spoilt by use:
- 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-eyed 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. Mistress fair!
- 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.
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- 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:
- Quickly break her prison-string
- And such joys as these she'll bring.-
- Let the winged Fancy roam,
- Pleasure never is at home.
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- THE END
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