                                      1816
                              ADDRESSED TO HAYDON
                                 by John Keats

        Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
          He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
          Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake,
        Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing:
        He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
          The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake:
          And lo!- whose stedfastness would never take
        A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering.
        And other spirits there are standing apart
          Upon the forehead of the age to come;
        These, these will give the world another heart,
          And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
        Of mighty workings?-
          Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.


                        THE END
