This stood as dedication to the 1817 volume, which was published in the month of March. Charles Cowden Clarke makes the statement: 'On the evening when the last proof sheet was brought from the printer, it was accompanied by the information that if a "dedication to the book was intended, it must be sent forthwith." Whereupon he withdrew to a side table, and in the buzz of a mixed conversation (for there were several friends in the room) he composed and brought to Charles Ollier, the publisher, the dedication sonnet to Leigh Hunt.'

ON THE SEA

Sent in a letter to Reynolds, dated April 17, 1817. From want of regular rest,' Keats says, 'I have been rather narvus, and the passage in Lear-"Do you not hear the sea?". has haunted me intensely.' He then copies the sonnet, which was published in The Champion, August 17 of the same year. The letter was written from Carisbrooke. He had been sent away from London by his brothers a month before, shortly after the appearance of his first volume of Poems, and his letters show the nervous, restless condition into which he had been driven by that venture.

It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell

Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the

whether it existed before or not - for I have the same idea of all our passions as of Love they are all, in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty. In a word, you may know my favourite speculation by my first Book, and the little Song I sent in my last, which is a representation from the fancy of the probable mode of operating in these matters.'

UNFELT, unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,

Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who-who could tell how much
There is for madness - cruel, or comply-
ing?

Those faery lids how sleek!

Those lips how moist !- they speak, In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds: Into my fancy's ear

Melting a burden dear,

How 'Love doth know no fulness, and no bounds.'

True!-tender monitors!

I bend unto your laws:

This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,

I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.

ON

Published with the date 1817 by Lord Houghton in Life, Letters and Literary Remains, but slightly varied in form when reprinted in the Aldine edition.

THINK not of it, sweet one, so;—
Give it not a tear;

Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
Any - any where.

Do not look so sad, sweet one,
Sad and fadingly;
Shed one drop, then it is gone,
Oh! 't was born to die!

COME hither, all sweet maidens soberly, Down-looking aye, and with a chasten'd light

Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, And meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so gentle that ye could not see,

Untouch'd, a victim of your beauty bright, Sinking away to his young spirit's night, Sinking bewilder'd 'mid the dreary sea: 'Tis young Leander toiling to his death; Nigh swooning, he doth purse his weary lips

For Hero's cheek, and smiles against her smile.

O horrid dream! see how his body dips Dead-heavy; arms and shoulders gleam awhile:

He's gone; up bubbles all his amorous breath!

ON LEIGH HUNT'S POEM, 'THE STORY OF RIMINI'

Dated 1817 in the Life, Letters and Literary Remains, and placed next after the preceding.