Poems (1817) is John Keats’ first publication of poems. It includes, among light-occluding others, his Sleep and Poetry — from which this suckled quote was sucked:
Stop and consider! life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit; a poor Indian’s sleep
While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep
Of Montmorenci.
Contents
- Title Page.
- DEDICATION. TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ.
- POEMS.
- STORY OF RIMINI.
- SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM.
- CALIDORE. A Fragment.
- TO SOME LADIES.
- On receiving a curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the same Ladies.
- TO * * * *.
- TO HOPE.
- IMITATION OF SPENSER.
- EPISTLES.
- TO GEORGE FELTON MATHEW.
- TO MY BROTHER GEORGE.
- TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE.
- SONNETS.
- I. TO MY BROTHER GEORGE.
- II. TO * * * * * *.
- III. Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison.
- IV.
- V. To a Friend who sent me some Roses.
- VI. To G. A. W.
- VII.
- VIII. TO MY BROTHERS.
- IX.
- X.
- XI. On first looking into Chapman’s Homer.
- XII. On leaving some Friends at an early Hour.
- XIII. ADDRESSED TO HAYDON.
- XIV. ADDRESSED TO THE SAME.
- XV. On the Grasshopper and Cricket.
- XVI. TO KOSCIUSKO.
- XVII.
- SLEEP AND POETRY.
Source
Various sources abound; but, given Keats’ ambiguous (and, dare we declare it, vaingloriously big) name for this publication — Poems — Raiazome surveys the following sources for it: