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James Henry Leigh Hunt - On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats)
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It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, 
Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a sense 
Of honour-shaded thought,-- an influence 
As from great nature`s fingers, and be twined 
With her old, sacred, verdurous ivy-bind, 
As though she hallowed with that sylvan fence 
A head that bows to her benevolence, 
Midst pomp of fancied trumpets in the wind.
It is what`s within us crowned. And kind and great 
Are all the conquering wishes it inspires, 
Love of things lasting, love of the tall woods, 
Love of love`s self, and ardour for a state 
Of natural good befitting such desires, 
Towns without gain, and hunted solitudes.
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