Spangler of clouds, halo of crystal rivers, Mingler with leaves, and dew and tumbling streams, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! 120 125 130 135 Walking upon the white clouds wreath'd and curl'd. 140 What Psyche felt, and Love, when their full lips (128) In the manuscript we read a mountain Pine. (141) Compare Endymion, final couplet : Peona went Home through the gloomy wood in wonderment. (144) This was originally written in the manuscript, What fondleing and amourous nips; but the words are marked to be transposed. First touch'd; what amorous, and fondling nips 150 155 Upheld on ivory wrists, or sporting feet: Telling us how fair, trembling Syrinx fled Arcadian Pan, with such a fearful dread. Poor nymph,-poor Pan,-how he did weep to find, Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind 160 Along the reedy stream; a half heard strain, Full of sweet desolation-balmy pain. What first inspir'd a bard of old to sing A little space, with boughs all woven round; 165 (151) Cancelled manuscript reading, So do they feel who pull; and in the next line, may for might. (153) In the manuscript, and in the original edition, Fawns for Fauns. (155) Cancelled manuscript reading, And curious garlands of flowers &c. (156) The manuscript has sportive for sporting. (159) In the manuscript, how did he weep. The blue sky here, and there, serenely peeping A meek and forlorn flower, with naught of pride, But still would seem to droop, to pine, to love. Where had he been, from whose warm head out-flew That sweetest of all songs, that ever new, That aye refreshing, pure deliciousness, Coming ever to bless The wanderer by moonlight? to him bringing Shapes from the invisible world, unearthly singing 170 175 180 185 And from the pillowy silkiness that rests Full in the speculation of the stars. Ah! surely he had burst our mortal bars; 190 Into some wond'rous region he had gone, He was a Poet, sure a lover too, Who stood on Latmus' top, what time there blew 195 (174) We read fair for sad in the manuscript. But though her face was clear as infant's eyes, Queen of the wide air; thou most lovely queen Where distant ships do seem to show their keels, And lovely women were as fair and warm, And crept through half closed lattices to cure 200 205 210 215 220 Soon they awoke clear ey'd : nor burnt with thirsting, 225 Of their dear friends, nigh foolish with delight; Who feel their arms, and breasts, and kiss and stare, 230 Young men, and maidens at each other gaz'd Therefore no lover did of anguish die : But the soft numbers, in that moment spoken, 235 That follow'd thine, and thy dear shepherd's kisses: 240 Was there a poet born?-but now no more, My wand'ring spirit must no farther soar. (233) In the original edition, others'. (242) The publication of Endymion in the following year gives an additional interest to this concluding passage, beginning at line 181. That the subject was already, as early as the summer of 1816, commending itself to Keats as one worth his ambition appears from this, for the book was out so early in 1817 that the sale was said to have "dropped" by the 29th of April (see the publishers' letter of that date in the Appendix). Thus, the delightful summer's day mentioned by Hunt (see page 7) cannot have been in 1817; but there is an extant letter to Charles Cowden Clarke, which will be found among the letters in this edition, and which mentions, under date 17 December 1816, a work entitled Endymion, as to be finished in one more attack." Perhaps this points to a rejected draft on a small scale, to which the foregoing poem was the introduction. |