Happy Birthday, Keats

[intertext]

Probably my all-time favourite poet.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

"Charm'd magic casements" reminded me of "The Eve of St. Agnes," which is one of my favorites of his...

[intertext.livejournal.com]

Yes, I love that too.