Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends, by John Keats

32. — To John Taylor.

My dear Taylor — These lines as they now stand about “happiness,” have rung in my ears like “a chime a mending”— See here,

“Behold

Wherein lies happiness, Peona? fold, etc.”

It appears to me the very contrary of blessed. I hope this will appear to you more eligible.

“Wherein lies Happiness? In that which becks

Our ready minds to fellowship divine,

A fellowship with Essence till we shine

Full alchemised, and free of space — Behold

The clear religion of Heaven — fold, etc.”

You must indulge me by putting this in, for setting aside the badness of the other, such a preface is necessary to the subject. The whole thing must, I think, have appeared to you, who are a consecutive man, as a thing almost of mere words, but I assure you that, when I wrote it, it was a regular stepping of the Imagination towards a truth. My having written that argument will perhaps be of the greatest service to me of anything I ever did. It set before me the gradations of happiness, even like a kind of pleasure thermometer, and is my first step towards the chief attempt in the drama. The playing of different natures with joy and Sorrow — Do me this favour, and believe me

Your sincere friend

J. Keats.

I hope your next work will be of a more general Interest. I suppose you cogitate a little about it, now and then.

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