Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

The Grave Of Keats - Poem by Oscar Wilde

RID of the world's injustice, and his pain,
He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue:
Taken from life when life and love were new
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.
No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,
But gentle violets weeping with the dew
Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.
O proudest heart that broke for misery!
O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!
O poet-painter of our English Land!
Thy name was writ in water----it shall stand:
And tears like mine will keep thy memory green,
As Isabella did her Basil-tree.

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (4/22/2016 4:49:00 AM)

    John Keats (1795-1821)

    'Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ in Water' (words by Keats himself)

    John Keats is buried in the Non-Chatolic *** Cemetery in Rome (Quartiere Testaccio) , Italy.
    His grave is in a quiet corner, close to the Pyramid (Piramide Cestia) .
    - Shelley is also buried in the same cemetery-

    Also known as the Protestant Cemetery - although it contains the graves of Jews and other non-Christians.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

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