A PROPHECY : TO GEORGE KEATS IN AMERICA In a letter to his brother and his wife, October 24, 1818, Keats says: If I had a prayer to make for any great good, next to Tom's recovery, it should be that one of your children should be the first American Poet. I have a great mind to make a prophecy, and they say prophecies work on their own fulfilment.' 'Tis the witching time of night, For a song and for a charm, See they glisten in alarm, And the Moon is waxing warm To hear what I shall say. Moon! keep wide thy golden ears Hearken, Stars! and hearken, Spheres! - I sing an infant's Lullaby, Listen, listen, listen, listen, Though the Rushes, that will make Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee Unharm'd, and on the strings Paddles a little tune, and sings, With dumb endeavour sweetly Bard art thou completely! Little child O' th' western wild, Bard art thou completely! Sweetly with dumb endeavour, A Poet now or never, Little child O' th' western wild, A Poet now or never! A LITTLE EXTEMPORE Inclosed in a letter to George and Georgiana Keats, written April 15, 1819. WHEN they were come into the Faery's Court Ape, Dwarf, and Fool, why stand you gaping there, Burst the door open, quick or I declare The Princess grasp'd her switch, but just in time The dwarf with piteous face began to rhyme. Know you the three great crimes in Faeryland? He fell a snoring at a faery Ball. Yon poor Ape was a Prince, and he poor thing Picklock'd a faery's boudoir - now no king But ape so pray your highness stay awhile, 'Tis sooth indeed, we know it to our sorrowPersist and you may be an ape to-morrow.' While the Dwarf spake, the Princess, all for spite, Peel'd the brown hazel twig to lily white, Clench'd her small teeth, and held her lips apart, Try'd to look unconcern'd with beating heart. - 'My darling Ape, I wont whip you to-day, Yet lingering by did the sad Ape forth draw -- At the close of a letter, April 17, 1819, to his sister Fanny, Keats writes: Mr. and Mrs. Dilke are coming to dine with us to-day [at Wentworth Place]. They will enjoy the country after Westminster. O there is nothing like fine weather, and health, and Books, and a fine country, and a contented Mind, and diligent habit of reading and thinking, and an amulet against the ennui- and, please heaven, a little claret wine cool out of a cellar a mile deep with a few or a good many ratafia cakes - a rocky basin to bathe in, a strawberry bed to say your prayers to Flora in, a pad nag to go you ten miles or so; two or three sensible people to chat with; two or three spiteful folks to spar with; two or three odd fishes to laugh at and two or three numskulls to argue with instead of using dumb bells on a rainy day.' - Two or three Posies With two or three simples- With two or three pimples - And two or three guineas Two or three raps At two or three doors- And two or three mice Two or three sprats TO GEORGE KEATS WRITTEN IN SICKNESS This is from a transcript by George Keats, and dated 1819; but Keats's letters do not disclose any sickness during that year which would be likely to call forth the lines, and the date is probably 1820, if indeed we are author ized to refer this poem to John Keats. It is not impossible that it was written by Tom Keats in 1818. BROTHER belov'd if health shall smile again, Well may thy brow the placid glow retain Of sweet content and thy pleas'd eye may speak The conscious self applause, but should I seek To utter what this heart can feel, - Ah! vain Were the attempt! Yet kindest friends while o'er My couch ye bend, and watch with tenderness The being whom your cares could e'en restore, From the cold grasp of Death, say can you guess The feelings which these lips can ne'er express? Feelings, deep fix'd in grateful memory's store. |