Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Written in Keats’ “Endymion”


I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink
Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains
From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think
Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains.
And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps
In dear remembrance,--lonely, and forlorn,
Singing it to herself until she weeps
Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn:--
And as I mused, in dull imaginings,
There came a flash of garments, and I knew
The awful Muse by her harmonious wings
Charming the air to music as she flew--
Anon there rose an echo through the vale
Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.

Thomas Hood’s other poems:

  1. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
  2. Sonnet (By ev’ry sweet tradition of true hearts)
  3. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
  4. False Poets and True
  5. Ballad (Spring it is cheery)

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