John Keats (Delaware corrected copy)Dante Gabriel RossettiJohn Keats, sixty years dead.DGR1880draft manuscriptDGRDelaware Art Museum
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This is a revised draft, the third compositional state of the poem.
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John Keats, Sixty years dead.______The weltering London ways where children weep,—Where girls whom none call maidens laugh,— where gain,Hurrying men's steps, is stillyet by loss o'erta'en:—The bright Castalian brink, and Latmos' steep:—Such were his paths, till deeper and more deepHe trod the sands of Lethe; and long pain,Weary ofwith labour spurned & love found vain,In deadold Rome's sheltering shadow wrapped his sleepO pang-dowered Poet, whose reverberant lipsAnd heart-strung lyre awoke the Moon's eclipse,—Thou whom the daisies glory in growing o'er,—Their fragrance clings around thy name, not writBut rumour'd in water, while the fame of itAlong Time's flood goes echoing evermore.____________Allures men's hurrying steps, their loss to attainHurries men's steps by loss full oft o'erta'en...............................and his brainDrowsed where the shadows of dead Rome wraps his sleepIn Rome's o'ersheltering shadow wrapped his sleep.and his brain,.............................................................................wrapped its sleep.