by Keats · Cluster: Friendship · Tears
Abstract
Sonnet in which the cold night walk is warmed by friendship and the remembered poetry of Milton and Petrarch; nature, friendship and literary tradition.
Connections
Motifs: Winter, Book Reading, Wind Themes & Concepts: Friendship Forms & Genres: Sonnet
Testo integrale / Full text
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,
Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
Or of the distance from home’s pleasant lair:
For I am brimfull of the friendliness
That in a little cottage I have found;
Of fair-hair’d Milton’s eloquent distress,
And all his love for gentle Lycid drown’d;
Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,
And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown’d.