Keats' Poems and Letters

Sonnet 14: Addressed to the Same

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.