LIKE listless lullabies of sail-swept seas Heard from still coves, and dulcet-soft as these, Such is the echo of his perfect song, It lives, it lingers long! We love him more than all his wonder tales, Sweeter his own song than his nightingale's; No voice speaks, in the century that has fled, So deathless from the dead! How many stately epics have been tossed Rudely against Time's shore, and wrecked and lost, While Keats, the dreaming boy, floats down Time's sea His lyric argosy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SHADOWS by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |