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For John Keats, +23 February 1821
Wanderer by moonlight, you never knew
That mellow autumn of elusive fame
Which you well-earned in your suffering youth
As you laboured in haste through hastening death
In haste to set in jeweled, sunlit lines
Each joyful day’s delight in nature and man
Before they faded into that long night -
You never knew what treasures you left to us
Then may your desperate pilgrimage to Rome
Lead you at last to more glorious Stairs
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