Ode To Keats Poem by Brett White

Love, be thou not lost in Time, all for naught;
I beseech thee, reward my Soul, having sought...
Glimpses of Heaven - arrayed all in Tears -
As Dark Yesterdays slip away into years.
Love, be thou to me, a stranger no more,
Have sweet Mercy on the One, who does adore:
The Rising Moon, bloodied and forlorn-
Aghast at the thought of broken vows sworn.
Love, showeth thy Grace to tears that have fallen,
And soothe my sore heart, for it is swollen,
And Pains my Soul with every single beat,
My Spirit marches on, there is no retreat.
In Life as in Love, Time shall never cease,
Stamped on my Soul, the Holiest of Decrees:
'Many times I've loved, and loved in Vain-
When my Pride was gone, God's Grace did remain.'