On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats)
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a sense
Of honour-shaded thought,-- an influence
As from great nature's fingers, and be twined
With her old, sacred, verdurous ivy-bind,
As though she hallowed with that sylvan fence
A head that bows to her benevolence,
Midst pomp of fancied trumpets in the wind.
It is what's within us crowned. And kind and great
Are all the conquering wishes it inspires,
Love of things lasting, love of the tall woods,
Love of love's self, and ardour for a state
Of natural good befitting such desires,
Towns without gain, and hunted solitudes.