To his sight The husk of natural objects opens quite To the core; and every secret essence there Reveals the elements of good and fair; Making him se… - John Keats

"As inscribed on John Keats' tombstone:

This Grave
contains all that was Mortal,
of a
YOUNG ENGLISH POET,
Who
on his Death Bed,
in the Bitterness of his Heart,
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies
Desired
these Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone:

"Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water."
Feb 24 1821"

A clammy dew is beading on my brow,
At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse.
“Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse
Made of rose leaves and thistledown, express,
To cradle thee my sweet, and lull thee: yes,
I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch:
My tenderest squeeze is but a giant’s clutch.

If I am destined to be happy with you here — how short is the longest Life — I wish to believe in immortality — I wish to live with you for ever.