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Keats

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The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;
The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!
The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold
To the red rising moon, and loud and deep
The nightingale is singing from the steep;
It is midsummer, but the air is cold;
Can it be death? Alas, beside the fold
A shepherd's pipe lies shattered near his sheep.
Lo! in the moonlight gleams a marble white,
On which I read: "Here lieth one whose name

Was writ in water." And was this the meed
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Walterrean Salley 25 November 2016

(Keats - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) **Longfellow takes time to write a tribute in kind.

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Meredith Rose 23 July 2005

A few more kind words from a Master.

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