O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! <br /> Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! <br /> Leave melodizing on this wintry day, <br /> Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute: <br /> Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute, <br /> Betwixt damnation and impassion'd clay <br /> Must I burn through; once more humbly assay <br /> The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit. <br /> Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion, <br /> Begetters of our deep eternal theme, <br /> When through the old oak forest I am gone, <br /> Let me not wander in a barren dream, <br /> But when I am consumed in the fire, <br /> Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-sitting-down-to-read-king-lear-once-again/
