John Keats
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Colin Ian Jeffery
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("Here lies one whose name was writ in water")
John Keats
Foul, relentless death
Sly, cunning
Oft comes
When least expected.
Keats died young
Fearing endeavours of his Muse
Never his monument.
Thought death
Eclipsed elusive fame
Skylark never inspiring
Echoing down the years.
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