"Thy thoughts, dear Keats, are like fresh-gathered leaves, Or white flowers pluck'd from some sweet lily bed; They set the heart a-breathing, and they shed The glow of meadows, mornings, and spring eves, O'er the excited soul.--Thy genius weaves Songs that shall make the age be nature-led, And win that coronal for thy young head Which time's strange [qy. strong?] hand of freshness ne'er bereaves. Go on! and keep thee to thine own green way, Singing in that same key which Chaucer sung; Be thou companion of the summer day, Roaming the fields and older woods among:-- So shall thy muse be ever in her May, And thy luxuriant spirit ever young." p. 45, note 1. Woodhouse MSS. A. contains the text of the first draft in question, with some preliminary words of Woodhouse as follows:-- "The lines at p. 36 of Keats's printed poems are altered from a copy of verses written by K. at the request of his brother George, and by the latter sent as a valentine to the lady. The following is a copy of the lines as originally written:-- Hadst thou lived in days of old, Oh what wonders had been told Of thy lively dimpled face, And thy footsteps full of grace: Of thy hair's luxurious darkling, Of thine eyes' expressive sparkling. And thy voice's swelling rapture, Taking hearts a ready capture. Oh! if thou hadst breathed then, Thou hadst made the Muses ten. Could'st thou wish for lineage higher Than twin sister of Thalia? At least for ever, ever more Will I call the Graces four." Here follow lines 41--68 of the poem as afterwards published: and in conclusion:-- "Ah me! whither shall I flee? Thou hast metamorphosed me. Do not let me sigh and pine, Prythee be my valentine. 14 Feby. 1816."