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Henry Van Dyke - KeatsHenry Van Dyke - Keats
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The melancholy gift Aurora gained     From Jove, that her sad lover should not see     The face of death, no goddess asked for thee, My Keats! But when the crimson blood-drop stained Thy pillow, thou didst read the fate ordained,     Brief life, wild love, a flight of poesy!     And then, a shadow fell on Italy: Thy star went down before its brightness waned, Yet thou hast won the gift Tithonus missed:     Never to feel the pain of growing old,     Nor lose the blissful sight of beauty`s truth, But with the ardent lips that music kissed     To breathe thy song, and, ere thy heart grew cold,     Become the Poet of Immortal Youth.
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