As from the Darkening Gloom a Silver Dove

John Keats(1795–1821)

The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats, 1814

As from the darkening gloom a silver doveUpsoars, and darts into the eastern light,On pinions that nought moves but pure delight,So fled thy soul into the realms above,Regions of peace and everlasting love;Where happy spirits, crown'd with circlets brightOf starry beam, and gloriously bedight,Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove.There thou or joinest the immortal quireIn melodies that even heaven fairFill with superior bliss, or, at desire,Of the omnipotent Father, cleav'st the airOn holy message sent—What pleasure 's higher?Wherefore does any grief our joy impair?

From The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats (1814), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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