Keats I admire thine upward daring Soul,
Thine eager grasp at immortality
I deem within thy reach; — rejoic’d I see
Thee spurn, with brow serene, the gross controul
Of circumstance, while o’er thee visions roll
In radiant pomp of lovely Poesy!
She points to blest abodes where spirits free
Feed on her smiles and her great name extol.–
Still shall the pure flame bright within thee burn
While nature’s voice alone directs thy mind;
Who bids thy speculation inward turn
Assuring thee her transcript thou shalt find.
Live her’s — live freedom’s friend — so round thine urn
The oak shall with thy laurels be entwin’d.
Charles Orwell Brasch
(Charles Ollier)
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