1816
                DEDICATION [OF POEMS, 1817] TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ.
                                 by John Keats

        Glory and loveliness have pass'd away;
          For if we wander out in early morn,
          No wreathed incense do we see upborne
        Into the east, to meet the smiling day:
        No crowd of nymphs soft voic'd and young, and gay,
          In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,
          Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
        The shrine of Flora in her early May.
        But there are left delights as high as these,
          And I shall ever bless my destiny,
        That in a time, when under pleasant trees
          Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free,
        A leafy luxury, seeing I could please
          With these poor offerings, a man like thee.

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