Stand forth,John Keats!

On earth thou knew'st me not;　　Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou,　　True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow;　　Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot,　　So thou one arrow in the gold had'st shot!

　　I never placed my laurel on thy brow,　　But on thy name I come to lay it now,　　When thy bones wither in the earthly plot.

　　Fame is my name.

I dwell among the clouds,　　Being immortal,and the wreath I bring　　Itself is Immortality.

The sweets　　Of earth I know not,more the pains,but wing　　In mine own ether,with the crownéd crowds　　Born of the centuries.

-Stand forth,John Keats!

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