POEMS. "Places of nestling green for Poets made." STORY OF RIMINI. I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. 5 The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, ΙΟ (1) Leigh Hunt tells us in Lord Byron and Some of his Contemporaries that "this poem was suggested to Keats by a delightful summer's-day, as he stood beside the gate that leads from the Battery on Hampstead Heath into a field by Caen Wood." (12) Hunt calls this (see Appendix) "a fancy, founded, as all beautiful fancies are, on a strong sense of what really exists or occurs." There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye, To peer about upon variety; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim, And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim; 15 20 25 A bush of May flowers with the bees about them; 30 And let long grass grow round the roots to keep them Moist, cool and green; and shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. A filbert hedge with wild briar overtwin'd, 35 40 (37-41) Of this passage Hunt says, "Any body who has seen a throng of young beeches, furnishing those natural clumpy seats at the root, must recognize the truth and grace of this description." He adds that the remainder of the poem, especially verses 47 to 86, "affords an exquisite proof of close observation of nature as well as the most luxuriant fancy." Round which is heard a spring-head of clear waters From their fresh beds, and scatter'd thoughtlessly 45 By infant hands, left on the path to die. On many harps, which he has lately strung; 55 Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, 60 Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, ... (61-80) Clarke says Keats told him this passage was the recollection of the friends' "having frequently loitered over the rail of a foot-bridge that spanned . . . a little brook in the last field upon entering Edmonton." Keats, he says, "thought the picture correct, and acknowledged to a partiality for it." Lord Houghton prints the following alternative reading of the passage beginning with line 61 "Linger awhile among some bending planks They will be found softer than ring-dove's cooings. Not the minutest whisper does it send To the o'erhanging sallows: blades of grass 65 Why, you might read two sonnets, ere they reach 70 Where swarms of minnows show their little heads, Temper'd with coolness. How they ever wrestle 75 If you but scantily hold out the hand, That 80 85 90 Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings, Were I in such a place, I sure should pray And watch intently Nature's gentle doings: That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away, Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown Fanning away the dandelion's down; Than the light music of her nimble toes How she would start, and blush, thus to be caught O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, 95 100 105 O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, Of buds into ripe flowers; or by the flitting Of diverse moths, that aye their rest are quitting; Or by the moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light. 115 (96) Mr. F. Locker possesses a single leaf of the autograph manuscript of this poem, beginning with line 96 and ending with line 182. It seems to have been preserved by Haydon, who has written upon it, "Given me by my Dear Friend Keats-B. R. Haydon". The verbal variations are given below. (99) The manuscript reads will for would. (106) In the manuscript, peeping for looking. (115) Lord Houghton notes, presumably from some other manuscript, the following variation : Floating through space with ever-living eye, The crowned queen of ocean and the sky. |