BOOK EIGHTH“Who could resist? Who in this universe?She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerseMy fine existence in a golden clime.She took me like a child of suckling-time,And cradled me in roses. Thus condemn’d,The current of my former life was stemm’d,And to this arbitrary queen of senseI bow’d a tranced vassal.”—KEATS, Endymion.“I am the resurrection and the life.”
“Who could resist? Who in this universe?She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerseMy fine existence in a golden clime.She took me like a child of suckling-time,And cradled me in roses. Thus condemn’d,The current of my former life was stemm’d,And to this arbitrary queen of senseI bow’d a tranced vassal.”—KEATS, Endymion.“I am the resurrection and the life.”