<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To John Keats</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis well you think me truly one of those,<br>Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;<br>For surely as I feel the bird that sings<br>Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,<br>Or the rich bee rejoicing as he goes,<br>Or the glad issue of emerging springs,<br>Or overhead the glide of a dove's wings,<br>Or turf, or trees, or, midst of all, repose.<br>And surely as I feel things lovelier still,<br>The human look, and the harmonious form<br>Containing woman, and the smile in ill,<br>And such a heart as Charles's, wise and warm,--<br>As surely as all this, I see, ev'n now,<br>Young Keats, a flowering laurel on your brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Henry+Leigh+Hunt">James Henry Leigh Hunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415835" data-title="To John Keats de James Henry Leigh Hunt" data-description="'Tis well you think me truly one of those, Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things; For surely as I feel the bird that sings Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows, Or the rich bee rejoicing as he goes, Or the glad issue of emerging sprin..."></div> </div> </div>

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