Complete Poems

Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clusterd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Despite his tragically short life, John Keats, a self-confessed rebel Angel, endures for many as a personification of the Romantic age. While contemporary critics mocked him as a Cockney poet and an uneducated lower-class apothecary who aspired to poetry, subsequent generations began to see and appreciate both the rich and impassioned sensuousness and the love of beauty and liberty that pervade his work. From Endymion and Hyperion to The Eve of St Agnes, La Belle Dame sans Merci and the Odes, this collection, which presents Keatss oeuvre in chronological order, displays his rapid poetic growth, the development of his philosophical and spiritual beliefs and the voluptuous, silken nature of his verse.