Weekly Interlinear Poem




John Keats




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for the week of April 6.
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"She dwells with Beauty"

-John Keats


From John Keats' Ode on Melancholy


She [thy mistress] dwells with Beauty, Beauty that must die,
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu, and aching Pleasure nigh,
nigh=nearby
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips.
[nectar - Pleasure - turns to poison]
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovereign shrine,
veil'd=hidden from direct view
sovereign=royal
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine.
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might
her might=Melancholy's might
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
cloudy=weeping
trophies=the souls of those defeated by Melancholy





She dwells with Beauty, Beauty that must die,
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu, and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips.
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovereign shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine.
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.