Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds - Poem by John Keats

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun. 
Blue! 'Tis the life of waters: -- Ocean

And all its vassal streams, pools numberless, 
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can 
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness. 
Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, 
Married to green in all the sweetest flowers,--
Forget-me-not,--the Blue bell,--and, that Queen
Of secrecy, the Violet: what strange powers 
Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, 
When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!