This 3 sentence poem describes nature as an untouched bride of quietness and child of silence. It asks the natural historian, or nature itself, to express a sweet floral tale or legend through its shape of deities, mortals, temples or dales of Arcady involving men, gods, maidens, mad pursuit, struggle, pipes and wild ecstasy.

1. Submitted by
Ayesha Arif
Sana Ishaq

2. By
John Keats

3. Thou still unravished bride of quietness;
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian , who can’t thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme;
What least fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals , or of both ,
In temple or the dales of Arcady ?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loath ?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape ?
What pipes and timberals ?
What wild ecstasy?