The Poetry Corner

Sonnet: On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story of Rimini.'

By John Keats

Who loves to peer up at the morning sun, With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek, Let him with this sweet tale full often seek For meadows where the little rivers run; Who loves to linger with that brightest one Of Heaven, Hesperus, let him lowly speak These numbers to the night and starlight meek, Or moon, if that her hunting be begun. He who knows these delights, and, too, is prone To moralize upon a smile or tear, Will find at once a region of his own, A bower for his spirit, and will steer To alleys where the fir-tree drops its cone, Where robins hop, and fallen leaves are sear.