I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink <br />Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains <br />From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think <br />Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains. <br />And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps <br />In dear remembrance,—lonely, and forlorn, <br />Singing it to herself until she weeps <br />Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn:— <br />And as I mused, in dull imaginings, <br />There came a flash of garments, and I knew <br />The awful Muse by her harmonious wings <br />Charming the air to music as she flew— <br />Anon there rose an echo through the vale <br />Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-written-in-keats/
