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-written-before-re-read-king-lear/
