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/sonnet-on-sitting-down-to-read-king-lear-once-again/
