| John Keats (1795–1821). The Poetical Works of John Keats. 1884. |
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| 26. Addressed to Haydon |
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| HIGHMINDEDNESS, a jealousy for good, | |
| A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame, | |
| Dwells here and there with people of no name, | |
| In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: | |
| And where we think the truth least understood, | 5 |
| Oft may be found a “singleness of aim,” | |
| That ought to frighten into hooded shame | |
| A money mong’ling, pitiable brood. | |
| How glorious this affection for the cause | |
| Of stedfast genius, toiling gallantly! | 10 |
| What when a stout unbending champion awes | |
| Envy, and Malice to their native sty? | |
| Unnumber’d souls breathe out a still applause, | |
| Proud to behold him in his country’s eye. | |
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