object:1.jk - Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition
author class:John Keats
book class:Keats - Poems
subject class:Poetry
class:chapter
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More hearkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some black spell; seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys, and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crown'd.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,--
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp;
That 'tis their sighing, wailing ere they go
Into oblivion; -- that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
'In Tom Keats's copy-book this sonnet is headed as above and dated "Sunday Evening, Dec. 24, 1816." In the Aldine edition it is headed "Written on a Summer Evening." I give the text from the transcript, which varies in some details from the Aldine text. The latter reads 'toll'd' for 'toll' in line I., 'To some blind spell' in line 6, 'Fond' for 'And' in line 8, and 'as' for 'ere' in line 12.
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