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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O SORROW! <br> Why dost borrow <br> The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- <br> To give maiden blushes <br> To the white rose bushes? <br> Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Sorrow! <br> Why dost borrow <br> The lustrous passion from a falcon-eye?-- <br> To give the glow-worm light? <br> Or, on a moonless night, <br> To tinge, on siren shores, the salt sea-spry? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Sorrow! <br> Why dost borrow <br> The mellow ditties from a mourning tongue?-- <br> To give at evening pale <br> Unto the nightingale, <br> That thou mayst listen the cold dews among? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Sorrow! <br> Why dost borrow <br> Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?-- <br> A lover would not tread <br> A cowslip on the head, <br> Though he should dance from eve till peep of day-- <br> Nor any drooping flower <br> Held sacred for thy bower, <br> Wherever he may sport himself and play. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To Sorrow <br> I bade good morrow, <br> And thought to leave her far away behind; <br> But cheerly, cheerly, <br> She loves me dearly; <br> She is so constant to me, and so kind: <br> I would deceive her <br> And so leave her, <br> But ah! she is so constant and so kind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side, <br>I sat a-weeping: in the whole world wide <br>There was no one to ask me why I wept,-- <br> And so I kept <br>Brimming the water-lily cups with tears <br> Cold as my fears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side, <br>I sat a-weeping: what enamour'd bride, <br>Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds, <br> But hides and shrouds <br>Beneath dark palm-trees by a river side? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I sat, over the light blue hills <br>There came a noise of revellers: the rills <br>Into the wide stream came of purple hue-- <br> 'Twas Bacchus and his crew! <br>The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills <br>From kissing cymbals made a merry din-- <br> 'Twas Bacchus and his kin! <br>Like to a moving vintage down they came, <br>Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; <br>All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, <br> To scare thee, Melancholy! <br>O then, O then, thou wast a simple name! <br>And I forgot thee, as the berried holly <br>By shepherds is forgotten, when in June <br>Tall chestnuts keep away the sun and moon:-- <br> I rush'd into the folly! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within his car, aloft, young Bacchus stood, <br>Trifling his ivy-dart, in dancing mood, <br> With sidelong laughing; <br>And little rills of crimson wine imbrued <br>His plump white arms and shoulders, enough white <br> For Venus' pearly bite; <br>And near him rode Silenus on his ass, <br>Pelted with flowers as he on did pass <br> Tipsily quaffing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Whence came ye, merry Damsels! whence came ye, <br>So many, and so many, and such glee? <br>Why have ye left your bowers desolate, <br> Your lutes, and gentler fate?'-- <br>'We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing, <br> A-conquering! <br>Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, <br>We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide:-- <br>Come hither, lady fair, and joined be <br> To our wild minstrelsy!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye, <br>So many, and so many, and such glee? <br>Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left <br> Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?'-- <br>'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree; <br>For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, <br> And cold mushrooms; <br>For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth; <br>Great god of breathless cups and chirping mirth! <br>Come hither, lady fair, and joined be <br> To our mad minstrelsy!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over wide streams and mountains great we went, <br>And, save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent, <br>Onward the tiger and the leopard pants, <br> With Asian elephants: <br>Onward these myriads--with song and dance, <br>With zebras striped, and sleek Arabians' prance, <br>Web-footed alligators, crocodiles, <br>Bearing upon their scaly backs, in files, <br>Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil <br>Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil: <br>With toying oars and silken sails they glide, <br> Nor care for wind and tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes, <br>From rear to van they scour about the plains; <br>A three days' journey in a moment done; <br>And always, at the rising of the sun, <br>About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn, <br> On spleenful unicorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown <br> Before the vine-wreath crown! <br>I saw parch'd Abyssinia rouse and sing <br> To the silver cymbals' ring! <br>I saw the whelming vintage hotly pierce <br> Old Tartary the fierce! <br>The kings of Ind their jewel-sceptres vail, <br>And from their treasures scatter pearled hail; <br>Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans, <br> And all his priesthood moans, <br>Before young Bacchus' eye-wink turning pale. <br>Into these regions came I, following him, <br>Sick-hearted, weary--so I took a whim <br>To stray away into these forests drear, <br> Alone, without a peer: <br>And I have told thee all thou mayest hear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Young Stranger! <br> I've been a ranger <br>In search of pleasure throughout every clime; <br> Alas! 'tis not for me! <br> Bewitch'd I sure must be, <br>To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come then, Sorrow, <br> Sweetest Sorrow! <br>Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast: <br> I thought to leave thee, <br> And deceive thee, <br>But now of all the world I love thee best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There is not one, <br> No, no, not one <br>But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid; <br> Thou art her mother, <br> And her brother, <br>Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</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=421030" data-title="Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion de John Keats" data-description="O SORROW! 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