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ADDRESSED TO HAYDON
by John Keats
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloudthe cataractthe lake
Who on Helvellyn's summitwide awake
Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing:
He of the rosethe violetthe spring
The social smilethe chain for Freedom's sake:
And lo!- whose stedfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering.
And other spirits there are standing apart
Upon the forehead of the age to come;
Thesethese will give the world another heart
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings?-
Listen awhile ye nationsand be dumb. - -
THE END