The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

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The bygone art, a dead shrine;
Thou not dead, thou live… shall live
By art of carve that plays on and will it play
Forever, timeless, in century’s lap
The beauty, thou struck me a year back:
So calm, so beautiful, so ponderous,
So dancing, so lovable, so unchanged
That I did decide visit much
And eat the freshness with eye of art,
With nothing to leave, each inch of brick!
And thousands years with thousands shapes
I will please me taking thy grapes
Of art that has all depth
To pour its shower to thoughtful faces
To let them know thy endless happiness
Oh! Thou live in, love you all
Thou hath a beauty, an art immortal
And I may remember those, the life to come-
That thinking thought of thoughtfulness
Made me come thy feet once again
To feel from heart the truth of kiss-
But, alas! Alas! The beauty fades when I am not a Keats.

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