Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove

by John Keats

    As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
    Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light,
    On pinions that nought moves but pure delight,
    So fled thy soul into the realms above,
    Regions of peace and everlasting love;
    Where happy spirits, crown'd with circlets bright
    Of starry beam, and gloriously bedight,
    Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove.
    There thou or joinest the immortal quire
    In melodies that even heaven fair
    Fill with superior bliss, or, at desire,
    Of the omnipotent Father, cleav'st the air
    On holy message sent, What pleasure's higher?
    Wherefore does any grief our joy impair?