The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
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The poetry of Keats in never dead You speak to us all from beyond the grave Your poetry is alive and well read And is today in the world all the rave.