As from the darkening gloom a silver dove <br />Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light, <br />On pinions that nought moves but pure delight, <br />So fled thy soul into the realms above, <br />Regions of peace and everlasting love; <br />Where happy spirits, crown'd with circlets bright <br />Of starry beam, and gloriously bedight, <br />Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove. <br />There thou or joinest the immortal quire <br />In melodies that even heaven fair <br />Fill with superior bliss, or, at desire, <br />Of the omnipotent Father, cleav'st the air <br />On holy message sent -- What pleasure's higher? <br />Wherefore does any grief our joy impair?<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-as-from-the-darkening-gloom-a-silver-dove/
