This pleasant tale is like a little copse: ...

by John Keats

Written On The Blank Space Of A Leaf At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe.

This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honeyed lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops
Come cool and suddenly against his face,
And, by the wandering melody, may trace
Which way the tender-legged linnet hops.
Oh! what a power has white simplicity!
What mighty power has this gentle story!
I, that do ever feel athirst for glory,
Could at this moment be content to lie
Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings
Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.

Feb. 1817.


The poetical works of John Keats.
Copyright 1871
James Miller, 647 Broadway, New York

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