上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: The Grave Of Keats

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,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.

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!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O poet-painter of our English Land!

Thy name was writ in water - it shall stand:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And tears like mine will keep thy memory green,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址As Isabella did her Basil-tree.

ROME.