John Keats - How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! - Read by Mark River
How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
by John Keats (1795-1821)
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy, — I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,
These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude
Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime.
So the unnumbered sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds — the whispering of the leaves —
The voice of waters — the great bell that heaves
With solemn sound, — and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Makes pleasing music, and not wild uproar.