Monday, April 12, 2010
John Keats Comments
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THE weltering London ways where children weep
And girls whom none call maidens laugh,—strange road
Miring his outward steps, who inly trode
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8/1/2025 6:11:51 PM # 1.0.0
O pang-dowered Poet, whose reverberant lips And heart-strung lyre awoke the Moon's eclipse, — Thou whom the daisies glory in growing o'er, — Their fragrance clings around thy name, not writ But rumour'd in water, while the fame of it Along Time's flood goes echoing evermore