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Amy Lowell - To John KeatsAmy Lowell - To John Keats
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Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life`s slim, twisted tendril and there swung In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian Of crystal portals through whose openings fan The spiced winds which blew when earth was young, Scattering wreaths of stars, as Jove once flung A golden shower from heights cerulean. Crumbled before thy majesty we bow.  Forget thy empurpled state, thy panoply Of greatness, and be merciful and near; A youth who trudged the highroad we tread now  Singing the miles behind him; so may we Faint throbbings of thy music overhear.
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