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The Grave of Keats (Author: Oscar Wilde)


  1. 1] Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,
    2] He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue.
    3] Taken from life when life and love were new
    4] The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
    5] Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.
    6] No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,
    7] But gentle violets weeping with the dew
    8] Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.

    9] O proudest heart that broke for misery!
    10] O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!
    11] O poet-painter of our English Land!
    12] Thy name was writ in water—it shall stand:
    13] And tears like mine will keep thy memory green,
    14] As Isabella did her Basil-tree.

  2. Rome