To Hope"When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
John KeatsAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: October 31, 1795
- Died: February 23, 1821