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John Keats - Endymion: Book I
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And come instead demurest meditation,
To occupy me wholly, and to fashion
My pilgrimage for the world`s dusky brink.
No more will I count over, link by link,
My chain of grief: no longer strive to find
A half-forgetfulness in mountain wind
Blustering about my ears: aye, thou shalt see,
Dearest of sisters, what my life shall be;
What a calm round of hours shall make my days.
There is a paly flame of hope that plays
Where`er I look: but yet, I`ll say `tis naught—
And here I bid it die. Have not I caught,
Already, a more healthy countenance?
By this the sun is setting; we may chance
Meet some of our near-dwellers with my car."

  This said, he rose, faint-smiling like a star
Through autumn mists, and took Peona`s hand:
They stept into the boat, and launch`d from land.
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