When John Keats died in Rome on February 23, 1821, at the age of 25, the world lost one of the greatest poetic geniuses it had ever known. Although much of what would undoubtedly have been his greatest work was unfinished—and as much scattered about in, or only hinted at in his letters—his published [...]
Sometimes, when the light and the mists of the day Settle holy and soft on the edge of the night, When the sights and the sounds of the world melt away, And the vision that lives in the soul takes flight, That feeling comes on I felt since I was young, Of poems unwritten and [...]
The sun appeared to linger long and low Upon the western sea of clouds that day, And for a moment draw the soul away To sacred places only spirits know— Where from some source of beauty, seem to flow Eternal mysteries of things unseen, That somehow we can briefly glimpse between This light, and [...]