The six lines in
which this fancy sports are amongst the loveliest in all
literature: the "little town," the "peaceful citadel,"--were ever
simple adjectives more happy? But John Keats's final moral here is
undeniably a failure; it says so much and means so little. The Ode
to Autumn is an exterior ode, and not in so high a rank, but lovely
and perfect. The Psyche I love the least, because its fancy is
rather weak and its sentiment effusive. It has a touch of the
deadly sickliness of Endymion. None the less does it remain just
within the group of the really fine odes of English poets. The
eloquent Melancholy more narrowly escapes exclusion from that
group.
End of Project Gutenberg Etext of Flower of the Mind, by Alice Meynell
More below. . .
LATER POEMS
Contents:
The Shepherdess
"I am the Way"
Via, et Veritas, et Vita
Why wilt Thou Chide?
The Lady Poverty
The Fold
Cradle-song at Twilight
The Roaring Frost
Parentage
The Modern Mother
West Wind in Winter
November Blue
Chimes
Unto us a Son is given
A Dead Harvest
The Two Poets
A Poet's Wife
Veneration of Images
At Night
THE SHEPHERDESS
She walks--the lady of my delight -
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She guards them from the steep.
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
And folds them in for sleep.
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