Poem by Thomas Hood

Written in Keats' “Endymion”

 Sonnet

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.

1. The Boy at the Nore
2. The Departure of Summer
3. Ballad (She's up and gone, the graceless girl)
4. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
5. To Fancy

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