sabato 31 ottobre 2015

Poet's corner No. 27

'Tis " the witching time of night", 
Orbed is the moon and bright, 
And the stars they glisten, glisten, 
Seeming with bright eyes to listen — 
For what listen they? 
For a song and for a charm, 
See they glisten in alarm, 
And the moon is waxing warm 
To hear what I shall say. 
Moon! keep wide thy golden ears — 
Hearken, stars! and hearken, spheres! 
Hearken, thou eternal sky! 
I sing an infant's lullaby, 
A pretty lullaby. 
Listen, listen, listen, listen, 
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten, 
And hear my lullaby! 
Though the rushes that will make 
Its cradle still are in the lake; 
Though the linen then that will be 
Its swathe, is on the cotton tree; 
Though the woollen that will keep 
It warm is on the silly sheep — 
Listen, stars' light, listen, listen, 
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten, 
And hear my lullaby! 
Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee 
Midst of the quiet all around thee! 
Child, I see thee! Child, I spy thee! 
And thy mother sweet is nigh thee! 
Child, I know thee! Child no more, 
But a Poet evermore! 
See, see, the lyre, the lyre, 
In a flame of fire, 
Upon the little cradle's top 
Flaring, flaring, flaring, 
Past the eyesight's bearing. 
Awake it from its sleep, 
And see if it can keep 
Its eyes upon the blaze — 
Amaze, amaze! 
It stares, it stares, it stares, 
It dares what no one dares! 
It lifts its little hand into the flame 
Unharmed, and on the strings 
Paddles a little tune, and sings, 
With dumb endeavour sweetly — 
Bard art thou completely! 
Little child 
O' th' western wild, 
Bard art thou completely! 
Sweetly with dumb endeavour, 
A Poet now or never, 
Little child 
O' the western wild, 
A Poet now or never!

John Keats 
'Tis the Witching Time of Night

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