Poem: The Grave Of Keats

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,

He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Taken from life when life and love were new

The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,

Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But gentle violets weeping with the dew

Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.

O proudest heart that broke for misery!

O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!

O poet-painter of our English Land!

Thy name was writ in water - it shall stand:

And tears like mine will keep thy memory green,

As Isabella did her Basil-tree.

ROME.