For Love of Mr Keats (and a belated good-bye to Mr Rafferty)...

On a Dream

by John Keats

(1795-1821)

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As Hermes once took to his feathers light,

When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept,

So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright

So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereft

The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;

And seeing it asleep, so fled away,

Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,

Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev’d that day;

But to that second circle of sad Hell,

Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw

Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell

Their sorrows—pale were the sweet lips I saw,

Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form

I floated with, about that melancholy storm.

I have lived my life in dreams and words that have always involved the lyrics of this song CLICKIE by the wonderful Gerry Rafferty.

Dream along, bold Sir...

Whatever's Written In Your Heart that's all that matters...