Ode On Melancholy – Full Text Of Poem By John Keats
ODE ON MELANCHOLY– We are going to read the full text of the poem Ode On Melancholy that was written by John Keats.
As mentioned above, it is written by English Romantic poet John Keats. It is one of the several Great Odes of 1819, which are six of Keats’s well known odes.
This is, by far, the shortest of the six odes. It is composed of three stanzas of 10 lines. This ode describes the narrator’s opinions on melancholy and is addressed specifically to the reader, unlike the narrative of many of the other odes.
Here is the full text of the poem uplifted on Poetry Foundation:
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
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