<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To John Keats</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! <br>Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung <br>From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung <br>In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian <br>Of crystal portals through whose openings fan <br>The spiced winds which blew when earth was young, <br>Scattering wreaths of stars, as Jove once flung <br>A golden shower from heights cerulean. <br>Crumbled before thy majesty we bow. <br>Forget thy empurpled state, thy panoply <br>Of greatness, and be merciful and near; <br>A youth who trudged the highroad we tread now <br>Singing the miles behind him; so may we <br>Faint throbbings of thy music overhear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343813" data-title="To John Keats de Amy Lowell" data-description="Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian Of crystal portals through whose openings fan The spiced winds whic..."></div> </div> </div>

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