Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.john keats
Back o'er the deep I turn my longing eyes,And chide the wayward passions that rebel:Yet boots it not to think, or to complain,Musing sad ditties to the reckless main.To dreams like these, adieu! the pealing bellSpeaks of the hour that stays not—and the dayTo life's sad turmoil calls my heart away.william lisle bowles