June 20, 2011

"Happy is England"

Happy is England! I could be content 
To see no other verdure than its own; 
To feel no other breezes than are blown 
Through its tall woods with high romances blent: 
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment 
For skies Italian, and an inward groan 
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, 
And half forget what world or worldling meant. 
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; 
Enough their simple loveliness for me, 
Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging: 
Yet do I often warmly burn to see 
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, 
And float with them about the summer waters. 


-- by John Keats

2 comments:

  1. Keats was one of the all-time great poets. no doubt about it.

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  2. Agreed. I love this poem because, to me, it speaks about being happy where we are, but also acknowledging the part of ourselves that longs to explore the unfamiliar. I've recently been hit with the travel bug (yet again), so I'm feeling these sentiments in my bones.

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