Explore "On Hearing the Bag-Pipe and Seeing "the Stranger" Played at Inverary" by John Keats on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd / Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent, / From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent / That Gods might know my own particular taste:
First the soft Bag-pipe mourn'd with zealous haste, / The Stranger next with head on bosom bent / Sigh'd; rueful again the piteous Bag-pipe went, / Again the Stranger sighings fresh did waste.
O Bag-pipe, thou didst steal my heart away --
O Stranger, thou my nerves from Pipe didst charm --
O Bag-pipe thou didst re-assert thy sway --
Again thou. Stranger, gav'st me fresh alarm --
Alas! I could not choose. Ah! my poor heart / Mum chance art thou with both oblig'd to part.