ODE TO THE WEST WIND 299 RARELY, RARELY COMEST THOU 301 THE INVITATION, TO JANE 303 THE RECOLLECTION 305 ODE TO HEAVEN 308 LIFE OF LIFE 310 AUTUMN 311 STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES 312 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR 313 A WIDOW BIRD 314 THE TWO SPIRITS 314 JOHN KEATS (1795–1821). LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI 316 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN’S HOMER 318 TO SLEEP 319 THE GENTLE SOUTH 319 LAST SONNET 320 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE 320 ODE ON A GRECIAN URN 323 ODE TO AUTUMN 325 ODE TO PSYCHE 326 ODE TO MELANCHOLY 328 HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796–1849). SHE IS NOT FAIR 329 NOTES 331 ANONYMOUS 13TH CENTURY THE FIRST CAROL SUMMER is y-comen in! Loud sing cuckoo! Groweth seed and bloweth mead, And springeth the wood new. Sing cuckoo! cuckoo! Ewe bleateth after lamb, Loweth cow after calf; Bullock starteth, buck verteth; Merry sing cuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo! Nor cease thou ever now. Sing cuckoo now! Sing cuckoo! SIR WALTER RALEIGH 1552–1618 VERSES BEFORE DEATH EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust! EDMUND SPENSER 1553–1599 EASTER MOST glorious Lord of life! that on this day Didst make thy triumph over death and sin; And, having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity then captive, us to win: This glorious day, dear Lord, with joy begin, And grant that we, for whom thou diddest die, Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin, May live for ever in felicity!