To Hope by john keats

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Sarah, Mar 28, 2005.

Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. Sarah

    Sarah SF Friend & Antiquitie's Friend Staff Alumni

    just found this poem. thought it would show how hope can overcome depression.

    When by my solitary hearth I sit,
    And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
    When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
    And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
    Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
    And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

    Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,
    Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray,
    Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
    And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
    Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
    And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!

    Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
    Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
    When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
    Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
    Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
    And fright him as the morning frightens night!

    Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
    Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
    O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
    Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
    Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
    And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

    Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
    From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
    O let me think it is not quite in vain
    To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
    Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
    And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

    In the long vista of the years to roll,
    Let me not see our country's honour fade:
    O let me see our land retain her soul,
    Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade.
    From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed---
    Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

    Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
    Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
    With the base purple of a court oppress'd,
    Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
    But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
    That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

    And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
    Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
    Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar:
    So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
    Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
    Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head
  2. Marshmallow

    Marshmallow Staff Alumni

    thats a very beautiful poem :smile:

    vikki x
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    awesome poem, thanks for posting :hug:
  4. danni

    danni Chat Buddy

    very amazing poem hun :hug:
  5. Chihiro

    Chihiro Member

    John keats' poem is superlative and intuitive,some words,however,are esoteric.
  6. The Scream

    The Scream Well-Known Member

    wow! beautiful <3
  7. shades

    shades Staff Alumni

    Beautiful...thanks for posting that!
  8. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Thoust shall not wave thy silver pinions over my head. Fantastic!!
  9. Suicover

    Suicover Member

    I love Keats, He's my favorite poet. Him and Wordsworth. Thanks I enjoyed reading that again! Another one I love is Emma. Let me find it and I'll post it.
  10. Things

    Things Well-Known Member

    I loved it, it actually made me smile.

    Thanks for sharing.
  11. KatyKate

    KatyKate Antiquities Friend

    TY for posting such a wonderful poem Sarah. :hug:
  12. starryeyed

    starryeyed Well-Known Member

    Could you evolve upon those points please?
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.