To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown
To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown - meaning Summary
Laurel as Poetic Identity
Keats addresses a young woman who has sent a laurel crown and uses that gift as a decisive symbol of his acceptance of the poet’s vocation. The sonnet turns from fear to exultation: he vows to uphold his poetic purpose above earthly power and fame, yet ends by expressing gratitude and humility toward the giver. The poem blends proud resolve with a personal, affectionate acknowledgement of her role.
Read Complete AnalysesFresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom,—now from gloominess I mount for ever—not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall content my bier. No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my temples press Apollo's very leaves, woven to bless By thy white fingers and thy spirit clear. Lo! who dares say, "Do this"? Who dares call down My will from its high purpose? Who say,"Stand," Or, "Go"? This mighty moment I would frown On abject Caesars—not the stoutest band Of mailed heroes should tear off my crown: Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand.
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