KEATS

LAY DOWN THE BOOK;
To late a warning should begiven that the damn book is no good!
Don’t waste your time in LOOKING,
READER, SAY, AGREE WITH ME
And…. throw the book away!

KEATS wrote only one song-
How in the Meade
HE LIFTED THE YOUNG GIRL
UPON A STEED!
And LED THE HORSE, and watched
Her all the day-
While She would sideways lean
The hours away!

He took her to a CAVE-
The young and poor-
AND…..CLOSED HER WILD EYES
With….kisses four! ?????
They say the wild birds called-
And KEPT THE SCORE!
And SHE FELL IN LOVE-
UNTILL SHE CRIED FOR MORE!

IF YOU LOVE KEATS
Then seek and find this song-
Then LEAVE the book, to lay
For long..and…long;
Then when the SANDS OF TIME
ARE NEARLY GONE-
SEE MY ADDRESS-
SEND ME YOUR BRIGHTESTE SONG!

DO YOU LOVE KEATS?
I Loved him too, and we
Still wander
Through his Land of POETRY-
Each breeze across the trees-
Each singing bird-
Each gleaming sunset
Takes me to the times
WHEN ALL HIS GOLDEN DREAMS
WERE MIXED WITH MINE!

I found his BOOK-
When I was gray and old-
And this one fleeting song-
HELD ALL HIS GOLD!
And if you care to read KEATS
Yet like me-
READ THIS ONE SONG
Let all the others be!

HE MET HER WHERE THE HEARTS OF YOUTH BELONG;
SHE RODE THE STEED-
AND SANG A FAIRIE SONG!