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                              ADDRESSED TO HAYDON                           
                                                                            
                                 by John Keats                              
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
         
                                                                            
                  ADDRESSED TO HAYDON                                       
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        Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;                          
          He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,                          
          Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake,                            
        Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing:                        
        He of the rose, the violet, the spring,                             
          The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake:                   
          And lo!- whose stedfastness would never take                      
        A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering.                           
        And other spirits there are standing apart                          
          Upon the forehead of the age to come;                             
        These, these will give the world another heart,                     
          And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum                             
        Of mighty workings?-                                                
          Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.                            
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