---

John Keats - Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
Work rating: Low

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.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.