unKeats (2016)

Excerpt from Lamia

Part II, lines 229 – 238

Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold phi­los­o­phy?
There was an awful rain­bow once in heav­en:
We know her woof, her tex­ture; she is giv­en
In the dull cat­a­logue of com­mon things.
Phi­los­o­phy will clip an Angel’s wings,
Con­quer all mys­ter­ies by rule and line,
Emp­ty the haunt­ed air, and gnomèd mine—
Unweave a rain­bow, as it erewhile made
The ten­der-per­son­’d Lamia melt into a shade.

John Keats, 1819