Waking, no way of perceiving
Would vanish in mist; there would be
Transparency still, through, and of,
Which there would be the light, the light
Of what is to be seen, sounding
Through the clear bell of where you are.
Brad Gooch
A LETTER WRITTEN BY JOHN KEATS
The fact is I must take a walk; for I am writing so long a letter to
George; and have been employed at it all morning. You will ask,
have I heard from George. I am sorry to say not the best news-I hope
for better-This is the reason among others that if I write to you it
must be in such a scraplike way. I have no meridian to date interests
from, or measure circumstances-To-night I am all in a mist; I
scarcely know what's what. But you knowing my unsteady
&
vagarish
disposition, will guess that all this turmoil will be sealed by tomorrow
morning .
It
strikes me tonight that I have led a very odd sort oflife
for the two or three last years.
