Poem by John Keats

Song (“Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear!”)

I.

Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear,
      All the house is asleep, but we know very well
That the jealous, the jealous old baldpate may hear,
      Though you’ve padded his night-cap, O sweet Isabel.
            Though your feet are more light than a fairy’s feet,
            Who dances on bubble where brooklets meet –
Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear,
For less than a nothing the jealous can hear.
 
II.

No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there
      On the river – all’s still, and the night’s sleepy eye
Closes up, and forgets all its Lethean care,
      Charmed to death by the drone of the humming may fly.
            And the moon, whether prudish or complaisant,
            Hath fled to her bower, well knowing I want
No light in the darkness, no torch in the gloom,
But my Isabel’s eyes and her lips pulped with bloom.
 
III.

Lift the latch, ah gently! ah tenderly, sweet,
      We are dead if that latchet gives one little chink.
Well done – now those lips and a flowery seat:
      The old man may sleep, and the planets may wink;
            The shut rose shall dream of our loves and awake
            Full blown, and such warmth for the morning take;
The stock-dove shall hatch her soft brace and shall coo,
While I kiss to the melody, aching all through.

1. Song (“The stranger lighted from his steed”)
2. Song of Four Faries
3. On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
4. Bards of Passion and of Mirth
5. On Fame

Print

3978 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version