The Fall of Hyperion - Keats The poet and the dreamer are diverse, anithesis, sheer opposites, anitipodes. The one pours out a balm upon the world The other vexes it. You will vex yourself with dreaming There is no way to survive each day With the tease of a gleaming life You cannot have or once had. All the praise of fancy and musing, 'Go wish that wish, lick the honey-dew dish!' Is a brittle shell hiding hidden hell. We turn and burn in such dreams. Back to Poems lists . [Image]