<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529450" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O poet, come you haunting here<br>Where streets have stolen up all around,<br>And never a nightingale pours one<br>Full-throated sound?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drawn from your drowse by the Seven famed Hills,<br>Thought you to find all just the same<br>Here shining, as in hours of old,<br>If you but came?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What will you do in your surprise<br>At seeing that changes wrought in Rome<br>Are wrought yet more on the misty slope<br>One time your home?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will you wake wind-wafts on these stairs?<br>Swing the doors open noisily?<br>Show as an umbraged ghost beside<br>Your ancient tree?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or will you, softening, the while<br>You further and yet further look,<br>Learn that a laggard few would fain<br>Preserve your nook? . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Where the Piazza steps incline,<br>And catch late light at eventide,<br>I once stood, in that Rome, and thought,<br>''Twas here he died.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I drew to a violet-sprinkled spot,<br>Where day and night a pyramid keeps<br>Uplifted its white hand, and said,<br>''Tis there he sleeps.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleasanter now it is to hold<br>That here, where sang he, more of him<br>Remains than where he, tuneless, cold,<br>Passed to the dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>July 1920</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529450" data-title="At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats de Thomas Hardy" data-description="O poet, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all around, And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound? Drawn from your drowse by the Seven famed Hills, Thought you to find all just the same Here shining, as in hours of old..."></div> </div> </div>

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