Bards of Passion and of Mirth, <br />Ye have left your souls on earth! <br />Have ye souls in heaven too, <br />Double lived in regions new? <br />Yes, and those of heaven commune <br />With the spheres of sun and moon; <br />With the noise of fountains wound'rous, <br />And the parle of voices thund'rous; <br />With the whisper of heaven's trees <br />And one another, in soft ease. <br /> <br />Seated on Elysian lawns <br />Brows'd by none but Dian's fawns; <br />Underneath large blue-bells tented, <br />Where the daisies are rose-scented, <br />And the rose herself has got <br />Perfume which on earth is not; <br />Where the nightingale doth sing <br />Not a senseless, tranced thing, <br />But divine melodious truth; <br />Philosophic numbers smooth; <br />Tales and golden histories <br />Of heaven and its mysteries. <br /> <br />Thus ye live on high, and then <br />On the earth ye live again; <br />And the souls ye left behind you <br />Teach us, here, the way to find you, <br />Where your other souls are joying, <br />Never slumber'd, never cloying. <br />Here, your earth-born souls still speak <br />To mortals, of their little week; <br />Of their sorrows and delights; <br />Of their passions and their spites; <br />Of their glory and their shame; <br />What doth strengthen and what maim. <br />Thus ye teach us, every day, <br />Wisdom, though fled far away. <br /> <br />Bards of Passion and of Mirth, <br />Ye have left your souls on earth! <br />Ye have souls in heaven too, <br />Double-lived in regions new!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode/
