The Poetical Works of Laman Blanchard With a Memoir by Blanchard Jerrold |
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IN MEMORY OF KEATS.
1823.
Mute Minstrel of the Eve, pale, mystical,
When one by one comes forth the pensive train
Of things not born for worldly strife and pain,
That cannot fade, though doomed perchance to fall;
Fond Cherisher of passions, fancies, all
Whose essence fills a poet's flower-like home.
I saw but now, within you distant dome,
A cloud that passed its transitory pall
Across the quivering light, and I did think
That moment on the cold and shadowing shame
With which thy starry spirit hath been crowned.
How vain their torturings were! for thou didst sink
With the first stone cast at thy martyred fame;
How like the snow that's ruined by a sound!
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