Addressed To The Same

By John Keats

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning:
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellvn's summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing:
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake:
And lo! whose steadfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering.
And other spirits there are standing apart
Upon the forehead of the age to come;
These, these will give the world another heart,
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings? --
Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.