Here you will find the Poem Sonnet -Written in Keats of poet Thomas Hood
I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains. And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance,?lonely, and forlorn, Singing it to herself until she weeps Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn:? And as I mused, in dull imaginings, There came a flash of garments, and I knew The awful Muse by her harmonious wings Charming the air to music as she flew? Anon there rose an echo through the vale Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.
