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Where some old cavern hoar seems yet to keep
The moonlight of the expired night asleep,
Through which the awakened day can never peep;
A veil for our seclusion, close as Night's,
Where secure sleep may kill thine innocent lights ;
Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rain
Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again.
And we will talk, until thought's melody
Become too sweet for utterance, and it die
In words, to live again in looks, which dart
With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart,
Harmonizing silence without a sound.
Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound,
And our veins beat together; and our lips,
With other eloquence than words, eclipse
The soul that burns between them; and the wells
Which boil under our being's inmost cells,
The fountains of our deepest life, shall be
Confused in passion's golden purity,
As mountain-springs under the morning Sun.
We shall become the same, we shall be one
Spirit within two frames, oh! wherefore two ?
One passion in twin-hearts, which grows and grew
Till like two meteors of expanding flame,
Those spheres instinct with it become the same,
Touch, mingle, are transfigured; ever still
Burning, yet ever inconsumable:
In one another's substance finding food,
Like fla es too pure and light and unimbued

To nourish their bright lives with baser prey,
Which point to Heaven and cannot pass away:
One hope within two wills, one will beneath
Two overshadowing minds, one life, one death,
One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality,
And one annihilation. Woe is me!
The winged words on which my soul would pierce
Into the height of love's rare Universe,
Are chains of lead around its flight of fire.
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire !

Weak verses, go, kneel at your Sovereign's feet,
And
say:

—“We are the masters of thy slave;
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Then call your sisters from Oblivion's cave,
All singing loud: "Love's very pain is sweet,
But its reward is in the world divine,
Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave."
So shall ye live when I am there. Then haste
Over the hearts of men, until ye meet
Marina, Vanna, Primus, and the rest,
And bid them love each other and be blest:
And leave the troop which errs, and which

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And come and be my guest,—for I am Love's.

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A DO NAIS.

AN ELEGY ON

THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS,

AUTHOR OF ENDYMION, HYPERION, ETO.

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PREFACE.

Φάρμακον ήλθε, Βίων, ποτί σον στόμα, φάρμακον είδες
Πώς τευ τοις χείλεσσι ποτέδραμε, κούκ έγλυκάνθη;
Τίς δε βρωτός τοσσούτον ανάμερος, ή κεράσαι τοι,
"Η δούναι λαλέοντι το φάρμακον; έκφυγεν ηδάν.

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Ir is my intention to subjoin to the London edition of this
poem, a criticism upon the clairns of its lamented object to
be classed among the writers of the highest genius who have
adorned our age. My known repugnance to the narrow
principles of taste on which several of his earlier composi-
tions were inodelled, prove at least that I am an impartial
judge. I consider the fragment of “ Hyperion,” as second
to nothing that was ever produced by a writer of the same
years.

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John Keats died at Rome, of a consumption, in his twenty-
fourth year, on the 27th of December, 1820, and was buried
in the romantic and lonely cemetery of the protestants in
that city, under the pyramid which is the tomb of Cestius,
and the massy walls and towers, now mouldering and deso-
late, which formed the circuit of ancient Rome. The ceme-
tery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter
with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with
death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a
place.

The genius of the lamented person to whose memory I
have dedicated these unworthy verses, was not less delicate
and fragile than it was beautiful; and where canker-worms

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abound, what wonder, if its young flower was blighted in
the bud? The savage criticism on his “ Endymion," which
appeared in the Quarterly Review, produced the most violent
effect on his susceptible mind; the agitation thus originated
ended in the rupture of a blood-vessel in the lungs; a rapid
consumption ensued; and the succeeding acknowledgments
from more candid critics, of the true greatness of his powers,
were ineffectual to heal the wound thus wantonly inflicted.

It may be well said, that these wretched men know not
what they do. They scatter their insults and their slanders
without heed as to whether the poisoned shaft lights on a
heart made callous by many blows, or one, like Keats's,
composed of more penetrabie stuff. COne of their associates
is, to my knowledge, a most base and unprincipled calum-
niator. As to “Endymion," was it a poem, whatever might
be its defects, to be treated contemptuously by those who
bad celebrated with various degrees of complacency and
panegyric, “ Paris," and " Woman," and a “Syrian Tale,"
and Mrs. Letanu, and Mr. Barret, and Mr. Howard Payne,
and a long list of the illustrious obscure? Are these the
men, who in their venal good-nature, presumed to draw a
parallel between the Rev. Mr. Milman and Lord Byron?
What gnat did they strain at here, after having swallowed
all those camels ? Against what woman taken in adultery
dares the foremost of these literary prostitutes to cast his
opprobrious stone? Miserable man! you, one of the mean.
est, have wantonly defaced one of the noblest specimens of
the workmanship of God. Nor shall it be your excuse, that,
murderer as you are, you have spoken daggers, but used

none.

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